22b

dear thighs,

i hate you. you make me sick when i catch sight of you in the mirror. i dream of being able to slice the chunks of untoned mass from you with a knife. but sadly, the scars would be just as ugly.

sincerely,
me

21b

i think it was my favorite moment thus far. lying in bed with him.

not the half of him or the fifth of him, but all.

dim room lit by closet light. face i love over mine, saying the most meaningful sweet nothings. i crumple. it doesn’t take much. just having him like that. and then the most exquisite words jumped from his lips and were kites in my ear.

he says, with his whisper voice, “i love the fact that only i see how vulnerable you are when your heart melts.”

two tears later and i fell asleep. wrapped in his love.

20b

shuffle of footsteps.

keys all jangly.

the song of my lover’s arrival. whee!