sentence structure.
“Lince’s coming home.
Let’s see other people.”
Unusual
paragraph construction.
My face flushed
tears poked my eyes,
scar tissue twisted my heart,
wrapped itself around arteries,
closed tight around my jugular.
I coughed pain.
I never went to Albuquerque
expecting to find love.
I thought it had found me there,
followed me home.
I never came home,
expecting to lose
love in the space
of one brief
telephone call.
Is it always so short-lived?
Mom Knocked on My Door
I found that strange.
She never knocked.
May I come in?
Never asked for permission
to come in. Permission.
That word again.
We haven’t had a chance to talk
since you got home.