Loneliness | Sharks in the Shower

Loneliness is a stranger with a spare key. She shows up unannounced, tracking in dirt and grime, and makes herself at home. She pours herself a glass of wine but doesn’t care to decant the bottle. She refuses to let things sit or settle but dwells on my couch or the chair in my office until the Cabernet spoils.

Everything’s Fine

I contemplated leaving you when you said everything was fine. I could read your eyes like an eight ball and with each roll or squint, the answers screamed no. Not any kind of scream. Not the blood curdling horror movie scream nor the anticipated roller coaster drop or corkscrew scream. It was the silent type of scream. The kind of …