My words will not return void

How many hours did we grow cramped in hard kitchen chairs, together, long after midnight, pretending we didn't know how late it was?

It wasn't much longer that the conversations were on the couch, then in your bed. Our bodies were shy in the beginning but our words never were. I like to think you made my words larger and more healthy, that telling them to you, letting them crystallize from thought to something real hanging in the air, made my stories count for more, made them absolute, if only in your mind. Your mind was what mattered.

You gave me your attention; I took it; I was thrilled. Later, you would apologize for not giving me enough, and for the first time, nothing I said could convince you.

We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database	I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age	My heart feels filled with warm water when I think of these things	My menage a trois
when you were words	Grow right out of your own body	something real hanging in the air	Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
She practices her speech	It turns out wanting something doesn't make it real	Saidai	The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.	Six String Samurai	menage à trois	Would I have hid myself away if I had known I'd never be found?
June 8, 2007	you breathe when your body makes you	Some words are harder than others	Max Dugan Returns
April 6, 2001	Bel	C