After Our Fight
My lover's heart is a wishbone. My lover's anger is a midnight train. Together we are the last stop, Together we all we have is a shot in the dark.
The instant you stopped shouting at me, calling me unbearable names, reducing me to, “a cold cunt,” and, “a lesbian diva,” and, “a conniving slut.” Our faces in the half-light of the kitchen tears smearing our make up. The instant you shouted, already half way out the door, that you would never be back I was already missing you more than I thought it possible to miss anyone. I turned every light in the house off and sat i...