In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.
Already things are changing; it´s starting with small shit but oh it´s starting, the change, the irrevocable, impossible change.
Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.
I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.
I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.
Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.
I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to.
He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.
So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He w...
Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her o...
The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.
Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.
Daily I walk around my small, picturesque town with a thought bubble over my head: Person Going Through A Divorce. When I look at other people, I automatically form thought bubbles over their heads. Happy Couple With Stroller. Innocent Teenage Girl W...
They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.
Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely fashion, and move on to a life of vegetarian cooking and difficult yog...
Soon he was online every night until one or two a.m. Often he would wake up at three of four a.m. and go back online. He would shut down the computer screen when I walked in. In the past, he used to take the laptop to bed with him and we would both b...
I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death. Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.
I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.
Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.
It´s like watching someone do a triple backflip dismount and land on two feet, solid, arms splayed in the air. I know I could never do it, don´t even know where I would begin to learn, but some people are built for it. He was handcrafted to leave, ...
