

Thursday afternoonShe stands at the counter and waits for him to come home. The kitchen sweats. Her polyester dress traps the heat and a thin dew forms on her skin, there beneath the long column of buttons sparkling down her front. She takes the swollen green peppers and cuts them slowly, enjoying them, cool in her hand. The knife slides along the waxy green skin before breaking sharply into the flesh. Her dark hair sticks to her forehead, and she pushes it away with green pepper fingers. Her dress clings wetly to her back and hangs limply down, brushing her knees.Thursday afternoon


FeverishTake my heat in your hand and run cold water over it until it shivers through your fingers and down the drain. Hold me close and whisper, “You’re burning up, child.”Feverish


Before you say itDip your hair in honey, darling, and let the thick drips slide down your forehead and across your empty back. Let them pool in your eyes until your tears stick to your skin, and catch them in your golden mouth– and then try to speak, with your tongue all coated.Before you say it


NotesI like to imagine that I will be the one you leave notes for on tiny scraps of paper, that your letters will have my name on them, that your untidy drawings will be of my curly hair. I will be the one who always sits up front with you and changes the radio station while you shift gears, and every song will remind you of me so much that you’ll have to write down how much you like my voice after dark. There is a box on my dresser where I’ll save every word that leaves your pen and ends up in my hands, glowing evidence that will allow me to say, “I was adored once, too.”Notes
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