Table Talk

….and the women turn to talking while my mind returns to soft things – smooth and salty little offerings behind closed doors and locked things – some memories have teeth marks that surprise you with a sting when you are showering the next morning, soaping off the petty sins. I begin to try to enter back to discussions of how the last season was so much better – then forget it and surrender to my half-baked premonitions, all the what-if’s and what-isn’t’s, all the nagging little names of girls who certainly aren’t missing me tonight.

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~ by perfectionatrix on April 2, 2015.

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