What We Talk About When We Talk About Forever

Maybe it’s because I’m terrified of losing myself, morphing into a creature of routine, a life where creative pursuits are deemed frivolous and selfish. I want to drink my fill. Esther Greenwood was terrified of that damn fig tree and I think I’ve got one growing in my backyard, tree limbs sagging and drooping with rotten fruit.

How To Be Ugly

He pulled his chair close and whispered in your ear and his hot breath tickled your neck. Each time you sipped your beer, his eyes watched your lips and your palms were slick with sweat.