The Fujiwhara Effect
At twelve you were already beautiful, lightning storm striking the playground, girls scattering in your path, boys burnt where they stood. At thirty you were hurricane, your body a force I fell under, your voice one note from thunder, every morning I pressed the phone closer trying to ride the warm wave of your tongue. I collected your words like fetishes, wore them under my clothes, envied your dresses, […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 