@ Bank America

The bank teller looked at me over eyelashes thick with mascara, a look that I usually find tacky but on her it worked. “What can I do for you?” she asked me in a genteel tone, and in that moment I fell in love. Not the lightning strike kind of love, or even the love … Continue reading @ Bank America

Growing Apart

It’s one of the oldest let downs in the book, the theory that somehow you’ve grown apart from your mate, like you’re plants in an atrium and suddenly you need sunlight while your partner only thrives in the shade. And yet it’s one of those cliches that’s more true than it isn’t, not like those … Continue reading Growing Apart

Over-Wrought

The weight presses down heavy Like a crown of wicked thorns Unmanageably thick and gnarled Knobby hands gripping fiercely Twisting firmly into place As delicate as pedantic love In the face of dulled conscience Worn thin from experience Chained to a desperate need This substitute for affection Dressed up in period finery The death of … Continue reading Over-Wrought

Slate Gray

This subconscious pull Dragging me toward you Like the incoming tide And the pitch white sand While we hop clear Only to stumble again Tangled on the shore As the churning foam recedes Replaced by numbness An absence of sound Wrapped up in irony Thick and viscous Replacing a love We thought was endless This … Continue reading Slate Gray