There are probably 14 little stickies on my dish soap bottle right now. Al in little clusters here and there, most of them around the top shoulders by the bottle’s squeeze top.
You know, those little stickers that come on apples, tomatoes, bananas….
This was how I held you in the morning, with your hair all twisted up between my knuckles, and the stickiness of sweat between our bellies. You were breathing in the quiet, and the breaths escaping spread into the nothing, and I listened, and I counted out the endings stacking silent on the clock. This was a small death also, I suppose. We made out to be gre […]