Road Trippin'

Road Trippin'

I sleep beside him at the ocean side, we match well in the dark at least, even if it's a struggle by daylight. He is chameleon, and difficult to read, but oh so gentle when he touches my hip or strokes my hair.

I struggle to let go of work my kids the bills, I struggle to simply be and be in the moment with this stranger who already knows the flaws of my body.

I think quite likely I will never hear from him again once this trip has ended, I think it is a job interview that I am failing and I do not know quite what to say, when he watches from hooded eyes, and mocks so subtle that most miss it.

I come home. My legs are tired. My soul is grateful. My sex is satisfied.

And you have blocked my incoming messages, here we are we could not salvage it, you have decided there is nothing worth fighting for.

I will always be your friend, even if you are not mine.

Monday 1809

And in the East your sun rises

commands

returns

by daybreak your god has arrived commanding sacrifice what you give

will never be enough to satisfy her appetite voracious all thirsting all demanding

and I will watch from afar as you kneel to worship once more.

Thursday 2204

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

You told me we would still be friends.

Friday 1838

At first my eyes do not understand why the laughing man across the street has captivated them.

At first my eyes do not understand what is so engaging about the man leaving the club across the street (I am invisible sipping coffee behind glass).

At first my eyes do not understand, until my helpful brain chimes in, and he has already moved on.

Unloveable