Are fiery
They confess that love is fulfilling
But miss making out with strangers
In elevators
Slinking home
With small, oval-shaped bruises
On the pale softness
Of their throats
Then quick!
They dash off the phone to go stir the pasta
And call the children for dinner
(first published on Instagram on August 1, 2025)
Amen to that. What I don’t miss are the inconsistencies – the constant checking the phone and wondering if he’s going to call – what I do miss is the excitement and nervousness – the delicacy of that first kiss on afternoons spent drinking cheap champagne
Sigh