Flaw Salad

One day, she ran out of words. She reached down deep, and none were left in her. She said all the things a person could say, and she laid her head to rest. After a long sleep, she awoke to the same. She could no more tell the birds they were singing than she could… — read more

You can’t bear the words happy or love, or you can’t hear them, because they sound like something in a cheap, plastic toy or on the face of a cartoon bear with large, shining eyes that dances and sings and asks you to pretend this life isn’t so empty, really, because there’s sunshine in it.… — read more

I knew you the moment I saw you, and I live in fear of your magnitude. You’re too big for me, too powerful for me, too much more than my delicate heart can handle, and I weep at the ease of your destruction. A mere look, and I collapse. A touch, I surrender. Please don’t… — read more

I wonder what would have happened if we’d run away—to Mexico, like we always talked about. Would your hands still have a home on my long, long thighs as I move over you, so comfortable, so sure? Or would we have eaten each other anyway, like that symbol, that circle of two snakes? I could… — read more