Flaw Salad

I remember things about you I shouldn’t. I remember the way you held my head in your hands the first time you said, “I love you.” We were in my car outside that park, the same one I wandered through as we spoke on the phone the second time. It wasn’t the first, I know, because… — read more

“What are you getting here?” “I don’t know. What are you getting?” [long pause] “I don’t know how to answer that question.” “Well, if it’s working at all, it’s because we can’t answer it. If we knew what we wanted, I’m sure we wouldn’t be satisfying each other.” — read more

You are plagued by the creeping suspicion that nothing new or remarkable is left. Everything that happens has happened before. You are running in tired laps, exhausted, panting, and you cannot stop. — read more

Brawn. Stout, tawny fingers on a long, white thigh. Such gentle lips. A summer breeze through the open window, and faint melodies floating through sweet, cool air. Navy night draws them in. Heat and shirt and skirt between them. A stirring in her chest. A hunger in his kiss. Skin on skin. She melts into… — read more