Lie To Me

Lie to me, death, illness, chronic illness

Tell me that I’m beautiful. Stroke my cheek and tell me that my face doesn’t look ashy. That it doesn’t need some color because it has enough color. It has enough color, honey. That it doesn’t feel dead against your touch. Feel the baldness of my head now. Forget the veins that are sticking out,…

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Why Is She Here?

Why is she here, Mother in law, Marriage,

This room. So much has happened here. We’ve made love here. On this bed that I sit on now. On the rug at the foot of the bed. Completely naked most times. Half clothed sometimes. Against that wall next to the window three times. Quickly and roughly sometimes. Slowly and softly most times. We have…

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I Want You

I want you, Happy New Year 2017, Resolutions, 2016

I have a good mind to strut in here and pretend that this is not a brand new year. I could go ahead and narrate a story I was told recently, try to make it the best read you’ve come across so far this year, yet, and hope that I succeed. I could choose to…

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She’s With Me

She's With Me, Dark Alley, Street Life, Love

I would kill for her. No point lying to you. I have killed for her. I open my eyes to find her face barely an inch away from mine. I could have been woken by the sound of a police siren, or gunshots being fired, or the Muezzin calling fellow Muslims for prayer, or screeching…

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