I watch through two way glass as she glides from cookie counter to espresso machine on beat with my headphones—shuffling between tracks from The XX and Beach House. When The XX plays, her and I are stuck in a fog of post devotion re-enchantment. Will the urgency of lust ever return?
This is not Hollywood
“I’m moving to California.” The response to anyone inquiring about my future after college. Higher education, lower education, ungainful employment–mere formalities on the way to my true calling. Leaving. I had never so much as visited Los Angeles but that didn’t matter, it was like any goal, simply arbitrary…
Making a serious relationship work
As I picked up my shirt from last night, I noticed a new stain. A dark—deep red horizontal mark across the back. With it flipped inside out, I could see a trail of spotted red marks dripping all the way to the bottom hem. Blood…
The perfect date
“Be safe out there,” I said without any detectable sarcasm—admittedly a peculiar way to sign off on a first date. But these last words, the last words I will probably ever speak to her, were appropriate considering the events leading up to that point…
Old man in the basement
“No fucking way, no way I’m living there,” Drew whined. And at the time, his concern, his hostility, even his disdain, towards what would serve as his abode during this final year of college, seemed warranted…