The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]
Of what it means to waste careless years
Wishing that I was anywhere but here,
Perhaps I could embrace this idea of new-age wholeness
As one forcibly embraces discordant notes in utterly forgettable symphonies,
With eager hands clasped in anticipation of a return to what was promised.
And yet, I don't crave an escape from the comfort of
The home I found in the feeling of your skin pressed
Tightly against mine; a quiet rebellion.
For once, I beg of you,
I don't need you to lead me to a way out of here.
I just need you to sit here with me,
Unmistakably taking up space.