six strings tie us back together a moment of frustration turned to trying something new my fumbling fingers his sorta mocking chuckle upon discovery I carry on then in curiosity he takes the guitar from me tries to remember the right chords I’m okay and I walk away he searches for me sits close and… Continue reading
For the last week, I’ve gone around with at least half a dozen hair slides of varying degrees of sparkle in my hair. They were presents for Pixie. She’s taken lately though to the desire to do my hair for me everyday. First she sprays me down with the spray conditioner that makes one smell… Continue reading Give Her Effervescence, She Needs a Little Sparkle…
The Engineer: “Why are you listening to Guns N Roses?” Me, adjusting my paper crown: “It seemed like the most Christmasy thing I could think of.” TE: “Really?” Me: “Yep! Why what would you suggest?” TE: “I dunno, like, literally anything else in the world.” I shrug and as if on cue Civil War… Continue reading I Used to Love Her
Me: I just get really anxious when you’re gone. That’s all. The Engineer: But I’ve travelled the whole time we’ve been together. Me: I know and I used to move all the furniture in front of the doors when you left. At least I don’t do that now. TE: You also lived by yourself for… Continue reading
The way his hair sticks up just so in the back the freckle on his chin Her wild tangle of hair and blueberry grin The gentle way she washes his back As he scrubs her toes The bubbles fill the tub They fill my heart Until I think it could float to the ceiling And… Continue reading Wash Day
The Engineer: I once told N she reminded me of Cyndi Lauper when we were drunk. She got really mad at me. Me: It’s because N is more metal than that. TE: She just wishes she were metal. Me: Well, not everyone can be me. TE: *laughs* You’re not all metal. There’s totally some punk… Continue reading 98% Metal
She is loved Because she was loved Can I be loved Because I created love From nothing?