He tapped his foot, swished his hips, swaying across the worn tile floor with an invisible partner in his arms, the batter-coated spoon still clutched in his right hand, momentarily forgotten. Nearly a decade had passed since he last shared a dance with h

Then you stopped abrupt.

She was nice. From the first sight, I already knew that. Someone will easily recognize her eyes. Her eyes are playful. I like game. “If you'd been told that you would die tomorrow, how'd you do?” She asked. I had no…

The roses ask for you when I smell them They seem to remember your touch more than others. They can’t bear it when you’re gone and wonder when you’ll be returning I am beginning to do the same I no longer go outdoors to be with them

While Erik rubs my back, I fall asleep. I'm not lying on my bed in Florida - I'm face down on the pavement outside Brooklyn Pharmacy. And it's not Erik's hand smoothing oil of cassis into my skin, but that Officer Green's meaty one gripping me . . .

You like to watch me, unseen,in the showermy head heavy with griefleaning against the cold tiles,my bulging bellyoverhanging with untold secrets,my Botticelli flankaching from a neglected spine.the clear waterrunning down my legsdiffused with the urineof failed…

She chalked her breakfast companion up to a hallucination, thanks to the fun sized amount of painkillers splashing around in her system and promptly fell asleep, excusing herself for being such a bad hostess.

After 35 years, red still smells like the day of my abortion.I awoke early, my movements hushed to prevent being discovered by the dorm matron and my fellow students. It was cold that Christmas eve for Delhi, but no one would miss me in the excitement of the last day before…