Sincerely, Jennifer x

When the curtains are closed, there was no light, and he liked it like that, because he never liked himself, so he loved me in the dark. I fumbled in the dark, trying to find the jug of juice we left on the desk, beside my tarot cards, and hundreds of pages of “Please let…

Ours is an overture of sweet sighs, longing looks, and anxious attempts to communicate. This is something more substantial, I sensed it, as I slept, so still, after so much restless writhing. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing, to see if I could forget the past, passing it in the street, barely bothering…