Special Man Friend is spending time with new people. I want to be happy for him. I want the elusive Compersion Fairy to visit me in the middle of the night and wave her glitter wand over my sleeping little self and when I wake I will sing of love and metamours and the joyContinue reading “~Disjointed~”
I need some happy. The weight of the Not Happy of late is making my knees buckle, though I’m still standing. Yesterday, my children and I released red balloons into a blue sky for their father who ended his life earlier this year. I bought birthday cupcakes for them to mark the day, and weContinue reading “~Hungry~”
She was married to a man who loved her with ugly words and angry hands. At night, they slept, confined to a bed, seventy-two inches long, eighty-four inches wide, and named for the state they lived in. She slept on the edge of the california king, with her arms tucked close and when she heardContinue reading “The Art of Spooning”
I have been rewriting my personal story of late, or rather, mercilessly editing. The pages of me, are marked with heavy slashes of red, arrows pointing here, paragraphs moved there. There are typos that make me cringe, and places where I’ve used the same word over and over, repeating myself mindlessly. I sit, with freshContinue reading “~In-Between~”
For just a moment, for just this moment, my relationship choices mean that I am going to bed alone, when what I want, and even need, is to be tucked in by hands who love me, and shushed when I argue that I’m not sleepy.