Thoughts indistinct. Movement without significance. No moments this past weekend elicit a painting. I write of noise. A weekend in Vieques. Following my last minute decision, an impulsive text was sent to the very handsome man stranger from the gym Friday morning: Going to Vieques if u want One wrap following a work out and two lunches… [Read more…]
January 11, 2009
24 hours later. On the couch where his eyes could not meet mine. Where his voice was lost. The couch I walked away from . . I thought I would never look back. A conversation, a teaching of my needs and here we are again. The break up, deleted. You open champagne. A gift you… [Read more…]
January 8, 2009
He is back. A day early, without a phonecall. Caballito (Mr. Unavailble) texted me the news. He said he would explain later. I await “later.” I cannot lie. I am trying to ignore the emotions. History tells me that “later” will calm them, that there will be an explanation that satisfactorily contests my sentiments that… [Read more…]
December 10, 2008
I wonder if you feel the same way. It has been two weeks, and I felt shy. I believe you did too. The same reason we were unable to change our habits and immediately escape to your bedroom upon my arrival. Finally retiring when the wave of sleep sifted over us. Same habits. You go… [Read more…]
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