The last time we were together You played with my hair and said this could be forever The first time I went to sleep without you I turned on my laptop And I instantly knew You wouldn’t see me as I was before I would never look the same You could see my face andContinue reading “The last time”
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Temporary part four
When I make it back to the kitchen, I start setting out the fruit. Half of it in the basket, half of it in the cupboards. Seven bananas in the basket. Five apples. Five oranges. A bunch of grapes. Men slip in and out behind me, pouring themselves cups of coffee. Some of them talkContinue reading “Temporary part four”
The female perspective 