It lurks beneath the surface. A grief, you must know, a grief that I cannot quite find the right words to encapsulate its shape and size, the weight of it, the graininess of its taste it my mouth, the sourness on my tongue… I hate it. (I hate it with all my being) When it … Continue reading
If I could sever my brain from my body I wonder what the outcome I wonder what I would say yes to I wonder from what I would run If I close my eyes And shut off my thoughts I sink into the pleasure Of you Not of your slick body Not of the outpourings … Continue reading
too many often seek pleasure as if it would be, could be, is, the cure for pain they are fundamentally wrong
I wasn’t ready for you.
She is not what I would have wanted to choose for myself (note: this is not to say she is not what I want. she is.)
I am a woman, first.
I logon, late, so late, the only light in my room is electric and blue, casting alien shadows over the planes of my face. I am searching.
There is a term we use in my business: suitability. Suitability is a determination of whether a specific trade was aligned with the risk profile, strategy, and investment needs of a client. Suitability. Such a clean term; such a difficult thing to prove as yea or nay.
Over my own two feet. No, not really (read: yes, really) because she is right up my “power alley” as one friend would say, ready for a “conversion special” as another would add to that.