Architecture

faintness

The Incredible Faintness of Being

The Architect preferred white plates. No rims. Slick buggers, soapy and wet. A slice plowed her middle finger when she dropped one. An ironic flip-off. She saw blood and bone. Her meat and marrow.

Why I’m Tired of MTM’s Package

I get tired of MTM's package. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like to unwrap things as much as the next girl......even when I know what's inside. Especially when I know what's inside. I don't like surprises. But MTM and his package........how do I type this?

Flaming Out For the HOTTEST Man Ever

Flaming Out For the HOTTEST Man Ever

I left it in the refrigerator. On the carton of eggs. A post-it note message to my man. For him to find. Whenever. Today is a special anniversary for MTM and me.