Someone Might See Us*

Oh stormy nightWhat shall you bringOnly time will tellWhat the queen has said to her kingDid they have a fightAnd if soWho got the winBut seriously That’s enough for nowYou need to leaveSomeone might see us You might be my mistress But the day is my lawful wife

Spring*

I am in the kitchen now, the phone on speaker as I get myself a drink. There’s a can of beer and week-old takeout in the fridge. I crack open the can, hoping the satisfying pop-then-hiss goes unnoticed. It does. She talks and I drink. “Are you listening to me?” I allow myself the satisfaction […]