Always, lens

I see myself, and you yours, filtered through cameras, creeks, and crystalline glass– our knowledge  by reflection. We marvel and muse  that we have never  met ourselves. Never faced off with ourselves  nor seen ourselves, really. But, really, all I see of you and you of me is another reflection  not personality but  the refractionContinue reading “Always, lens”

Is this seat taken?

I’ve been watching you for a long time  And I love you. I know where you hid the Nike sweat socks and the  now-salmon stretchy shorts you didn’t bother  separating from your boyfriend’s oversized orange pullover in the wash, and that Wednesdays are wash days. I was there and I love you. I know thatContinue reading “Is this seat taken?”