there are only so many things that you can fix with your hands. ...What they don't realize is I am not a thing to fix.
And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.
When he asks you why you chose alone all these years. Tell him that it’s because you love with all claws and bared teeth. Apologize for the scratches that you will leave on his skin; ask forgiveness for the bite marks. Tell him you never ever mean ...
He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.
But when I think of us, in the quiet when I'm on my own, I think of Beauty and the Beast. I, being the beast, and you being the last beautiful thing in this city.
Cultivate the distance. Nurture the silence. Let it grow until your fragile heart is as far and inaccessible as his marbled emotions. Don't talk. Don't move. Sit still. If he shows up, lie. Believe your own excuses. And if he tries to charm his way b...
