Communal view of love askew,
adapted into my communal pool,
of recycled bodies that I keep dipping into.
Somehow, always reaching for the bottom,
no matter how steady I start to float. 62 more words
This is the first weekend I’ve truly been alone since D left. The first weekend my sister came to have a sleepover with me. The second was Labor Day weekend and my best friend T and her hubby J drove all the way in from Arizona to spend three whole glorious days with me. 996 more words