full of moxie and viscosity

On finding someone new:

I left one bachelor's pad feeling robbed. The brick sides of the building stared at me as I left, bending beneath my crying eye. I wanted to apologize to those walls, having forsaken intimacy within.

I drove two states.

Drove back halfway and stopped in my mother's arms, exhausted, penniless.

My words are written. Ribcage re-wired shut. Small incisions feel cool in the breeze, but the cutters are gone.

A new dim-lit house invites me halfway in- a new stubbly chin finds me blushing. I remind him of the past, but he watches me while I sing.

Halfway home, halfway naked, I touch the lacy underthings in my purse. Why didn't I charge my phone? I take out my schedule to mark down goals at a stoplight.

Perhaps I should open up a little, I think. Perhaps motion is only purposeful in waking hours. Subconscious and feverish, I put my hands on my heart and laugh, laugh.