Ambivalence Stories

I’m having trouble reading you sometimes. First, you lapped me up like a stray dog in heat, but not quite. On nights when we drank together, nothing much else seemed to matter but the moment, until the sun showed us we pushed it too far again and you really needed to clean your coffee table. Too many fingerprints on the glasses. Almost out of cigarettes. Never have I heard so many words between words as when we talked abo...

Wary I stayed, resistant to charm.In fear of the things I could never recover.Knowing the dangers of letting it go,And letting you into a volatile heart.Insisting on patience, but fighting myself,Equally drawn to, and fearful of you,The tenderest heart in a frightening vessel,Of size and of power, of sinewy armor.I would not submit to the solace or passion,Alas, I knew, it happened. From tight embraces in darkest night,En...