You are a noun, verb, adjective to me the words in the book I never wrote the loving way the sentences curled into each other like waves you and me under the sheet I watch you sleep
This means nothing. But then I found that I’d stopped breathing since he’d first touched me, and my heart was in my mouth and my ears bursting with the noise in my head
The avocado sits on the wooden cutting board, ripe and ready to be eaten. I could spoon Dijon mustard onto it, a little salt and lemon and eat it up, standing there in my quiet kitchen, alone.