I wake up every morning and look at myself in the mirror. I get out of bed, bleary-eyed and half asleep, barely able to accept the day is here, a wall of sleep still standing strong in the corner of my eyes, and the first thing I do is walk to the mirror turn to the side, and examine the size of my tummy, squeeze the fat of my arms, and look to see if i have any more...

I hate a free day, for all it is waiting for me to fill it with. What does the day expect me to do? It’s not like it comes with instructions. No outline, no example. Nor does it come with a list of people I am supposed to spend it with or places I am supposed to visit. “Can you please demonstrate how this day is supposed to go,” I ask politely. I never get an...

I scoured the mattress looking for you this morning. I ran my hands over the wrinkled sheets, slid my fingers into soft, dark crevices of cotton and polyester. I even peaked under the pillows, my hands searching with anxious anticipation for any sign of you. At first I was relieved that I hadn’t slept on you But as I slowly lifted the “guest” pillow and found...

(Written for the blessed cat that stalks me from afar. One of the many critters that visits me daily, but has no intention of being my friend.) I know why my Cat loves me. I don’t chase him around, demanding his attention. I don’t try to bait him with food. I let him go where he pleases, Never ask when he will return, Nor become cross when he hasn’t been by...

You were a shock to me at first. My body rejected you completely. My skin shrieked, and so did I at your initial touch, so soft yet so aggressive and shockingly unwelcome. Yet I knew I needed you. Your touch was to be my restoration after the heat of the day had worn me down, and the intensity of the feminine surrounding me: Expectant mothers, eager students, frantic...