Lately I’ve been dreaming of painting all the walls charcoal and putting up huge black and white portraits of the three of us. No couch, no rug, no tassels, no coasters.  Just us and the light and a few cushions on the floor. Maybe I’ll light all of our candles at once like we do when the power goes out, maybe we’ll lock the door. Maybe the rains will come and wash the rest of everything else away and what will be left will be copper, all green and glowing with tarnish and age. But it will be beautiful.


"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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