a snapshot of the night

a quick hello, a distant hello I’m sorry, JS listening to music outside, we talk to separate friends on his floor, we are talking I don’t know you I don’t know your vibe I don’t know your thoughts our legs stretch parallel; I curl my foot along the arch of his –// // // //Continue reading “a snapshot of the night”

JS the player

I suppose I’m so confused about my feelings and his motivations that I can’t even quite articulate it, although I have tried. I am – ambivalent? But less ambivalent that I pretend to be. And yet, purposefully ambivalent, perhaps as a protective mechanism so that I don’t care more than he does. And how muchContinue reading “JS the player”