Flaw Salad

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

It’s a fact, you said. It’s how the world works, you said. You told me in numbers and figures how magic doesn’t exist, and of course, one cannot argue with fact. I felt lonely for you then. It must be hard to travel the world without friends in the trees, without ghosts on your skin,… — read more