Sunday, September 13, 2009


Right now
after sex.
He feels unnecessary.
He lies against me and I face the other way and I feel like the sun.
Outside it’s raining and I imagine I’m in Paris - the beautiful ingénue in an arthouse film and he is one of my many lovers.
He turns my face toward him and says,
“You’re very pretty”.

And I feel alone.


Anonymous said...

i like your entries.
Thanks for the last one, you've had a bit of a lapse.
could this (post-coital) possibly be about the male you were talking about in your previous entry?

Anonymous said...

i love your blog, your writing. i just love it. i'm so glad you started posting again.