I dreamed of you last night. Diamond ring. Rose quartz rhetoric. Someone said that you were sad inside, and I didn’t understand, because my heart is at home, on my sleeve, on my cheek, on my lips. The waking world was waiting, but I wasn’t in a hurry, watching your nervous negotiation, with the future,…

Good morning. There’s nothing good about it, but it’s social convention, to be polite and follow all the rules. I smile, this morning, just because you said you like it when I do. Bound to be beholden, binding myself in bubblegum knots, water boarded by the tears of my temper tantrums, I say “Good morning”…