end of a short story I

thanks to all those who helped me workshop this piece - it will be published online soon.

Through the fevers of the night

There’s just a little cold in your throat

if the petty fears and slights don’t drive you


To imagine what could have been said

And balling all up to the ridiculous pill

Hard and taught for all your lonely nights


That righteousness is the greatest

Sin of all

Explanation on Why it was So Awkward When I Called you Yesterday



You won’t kiss me

Because you know

You want to


I won’t kiss you

Because I know I will


You say you say

I don’t have

To stay the night


You know you want me to


And when I stay

You shut down and down

And look like

It’s because of me


And the funniest thing

We both know

so well


Is that if I

Had really had you


I wouldn’t have called at all

the touch

hurts more

than these little words


taking up space

on the page