Escape

For you, I can be perfect. Filtered photos and flattering angles. Pedicured toes and waxed skin. Witty text exchanges and knowing glances. I can be a dream. In this room, I am curious lips and crafty hands. Supple breasts and 30 inch legs. A sensitive neck and an ass that …

Life in Retrograde

I spent much of last month losing my mind. No need for alarm. I didn’t have any depressive relapses. I did, however, notice changes in my cognitive functions. I forgot things. In the middle of speaking, I’d lose train of thought, pausing to reach words lost in my hazy mind. …