Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet… And she’s going to write about how she’s a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

When he asks you whyyou chose alone all these years.Tell him that it’s becauseyou love with all claws and bared teeth.Apologize for the scratchesthat you will leave on his skin;ask forgiveness for the bite marks.Tell...

And perhaps, I’m a Tuesday night and you’re a Wednesday morning the way we’ll never even notice how we blend into each other.

He loved me like thick molasses on a summer’s day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.

Cultivate the distance. Nurture the silence. Let it grow until your fragile heart is as far and inaccessible as his marbled emotions. Don’t talk. Don’t move. Sit still. If he shows up, lie. Believe your...

But when I think of us,in the quiet when I’m on my own,I think of Beauty and the Beast.I, being the beast, and you being the last beautiful thing in this city.

there are only so many thingsthat you can fix with your hands….What they don’t realize is I am not a thing to fix.