I alternate deep and high-pitched tones; opposing predispositions of a breathing universe.
You favor discussions about T’s novel. T was a mediocre writer. Yet he did capture a side of me that fascinates you; a side that looks like those apparitions reflected in the mirrors of our bedroom every night.
What brought T and me together?
It was not love. You know that.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that all combinations are fundamentally flawed.
Did you raise your eyebrows?
No. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to be thrown in the swimming pool anymore.
My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)
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