That Real Conversation

“I can’t get over it.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “I am too.” “Maybe it’s best if we just give up. Do our best and just try and forget about it.” “How can you say that? After everything? I don’t know how to do that.” “It just seems like it’s what should happen. I mean, it’s […]

He Asks, She Answers: A Conversation

“That was us, wasn’t it?” “What?” “That movie montage. The one of all their moments. C’mon. You saw it.” “Yeah. So?” “That was us. Once. Wasn’t it?” “Maybe.” “I think that’s why I can’t move on.” “What do you mean? A movie montage? Explain.” “Well, I guess that’s how I see us, all full of […]

Another Conversation in My Head

“I like who you turned out to be.” “What does that mean?” “Well, it means, I like how you embrace life, how you love craft beer and wilderness hikes. How you play guitar at night when no one can hear.” “I always liked those things. It’s not something new.” “I know. It’s just that I […]

Conversations in My Head

“Say you’ll remember me. Say that you will kiss me again even if it’s just a lie.” With my head on your chest, your heart beats, rhythmic sounds that scramble my own pounding heart, and I touch your cheek and make you promise. “Say you won’t forget these tangled moments where we lived forever in […]

An Imaginary Conversation

“God, you are so broken, so torn and battered that you can’t even see yourself anymore. What happened to destroy you so perfectly? How did you get so shattered?” “I keep trying to answer that, trying to figure it out, but I’m too destroyed to think. I play and I drink and I bury myself […]

Road Trip

Sometimes when I’m driving, I pretend I’m on a road trip, in a foreign state or town. I imagine the houses are different and new, like something I’ve never seen. I drive down familiar roads with the windows down, wind swirling my hair into a tornado-mess, and the music up, bass thrumming through my bones. […]

Shock

I think it was shock, the real kind. The kind you get after trauma. Shallow breathing, sweat and chills. I couldn’t see and I felt grateful for the long ride between stops because I couldn’t walk. The old woman sitting next to me rubbed my back and whispered soothing words in Spanish. I remember wondering […]

Are You There?

“Are you there?” The wind whines through the darkness, lashing the shutters and singing through ancient cracks in the walls. “Are you there?” Whispered words roll from silent tongues like ice melting in spring, but no answers come. No shelter for this wandering bark. Only storms and winter hidden behind the fog. “Are you there?” […]