If I wasn’t with you, I’d be with her.
Three:
That schizoid, blank-brain state
that accompanies
every total crash. Forcing yourself
into that state
because you know you have to
crash or die.
Sweating. Shaking. Running
to the bathroom.
Bonus:
Remembering Leigh’s words:
Throwing up? Kristina, you’re not…
I Haven’t Mentioned the Possibility
To Trey, because I don’t really believe
it’s possible. I mean, I haven’t even
had a period yet, not since giving birth.
Think, Kristina, back to eighth-grade sex ed.
How long after having a baby until you’re
fertile? Doesn’t breast-feeding delay that?
[Yeah, like yo
u breast-fed so long!]
Maybe it is possible. But not probable.
I guess I should go on the pill. But those
ob-gyn visits…I haven’t even gone in
for my postpartum checkup, and I wasn’t
supposed to have sex again until after
some icky doctor with plastered-on
concern put his gooey latex gloves
in unmentionable places; pushed