Loving is hard. Being in love is hard. Breaking up is hard. Sometimes love is not enough. Re-learning how to NOT need their touch is hard too. You have to re-learn what side of the bed to sleep on and when you move around it’s cold. So you stay right in the middle where [...]
Archive for the ‘Sunday Morning’ Category
In Leap Years
Posted in Journal, Relationships, Road Trips, Sunday Morning, Writing, love on November 12, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Los Domingos Desayunos
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, The South, Writing, love, lust on October 1, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
(Sunday Breakfasts)
Fry me an egg, doll. It’s Sunday morning, after all, and I’m always hungry Sunday mornings. There are little bumps on my stupid face–it’s disgusting because I know I should wash my pillowcases. I look like I am in high school. But then again, I dropped out of high school–so what does that say [...]
Sunday morning Blues
Posted in Journal, Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, Writing on July 30, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Sunday morning blues ain’t so bad. Besides, it isn’t really blue. It is more like a shade of orange burnt. Sunny side up and not as hot as it normally is when it’s right out the skillet. More like setting out on the counter next to country fried ham. Both untouched but once the tears [...]
