Being loved by Jonathan was like being loved by a dung beetle. He was loyal, hard-working, and strong. He always provided for her, rolling balls of shit every day for over a decade to give her the life she deserved. On their tenth anniversary, he had proudly given her a tennis bracelet. She studied it circling her wrist as she swirled her Manhattan around the glass. The lights above the bar struck all the facets of the tiny diamonds, dazzling her. Jonathan’s love was just as literal, obvious, and lacking in nuance as the gift. He was so good to her, and yet she was so… bored. His earnestness and unfailing honesty were almost offensive sometimes, like a direct incrimination of her morals. She tried not to resent his kindnesses or his gentle, boring kisses… but these days, when he came close, she could smell the unmistakable whiff of shit.
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alizahaskal
Feb 6, 20221 min read
she ushers you into the chair, draping a black towel around your neck, and you wonder if she'll need to stack phone books underneath you so you can crane to reach the sink
she doesn't. you've grown enough
the water turns on.
sensing complete vulnerability, your eyes water and your hands are snared at your sides.
feral cat
you've given this woman all your trust
you've left the pale sinew
of your neck wide open to the air.
dazy hazy
hair floating in the sink
lather rinse repeat/lather rinse repeat/lather rinse–
is the temperature alright?
fluorescent lights flaring through a fisheye lens
you're benjamin button cradled in the womb, nestled in a cavity of fluid
an amniotic sack of vanity
when she wraps a towel around my neck, she is my mother, dumping a large cup of water over my long hair, which is draped over the tub like laundry hung out to dry.
alizahaskal
Feb 4, 20221 min read
deep inside the caldera…
magma oozes like honey, sticking
to the edges of an ancient crater, crumbling
once an eon, she sighs–
the air shudders and becomes thick
once every two eons, she stretches–
the sky begins to steam
and on the surface,
he blows.
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