Sunday

Lay with me, here.

Hug me, close.

No, not close enough,

closer. I want you

close up inside

and I need you

in me. Fuck! This is not what I want

I want intimacy and I’ve had sex

since taught at six by him

that I was wanted for nothing else.

Sex is intimate only to me

and you call it fucking.

So fuck me, now.

Fuck me fast,

fuck me until I forget how we got

to this place where I no longer know

your name.

Or how we met and you said you

loved my voice and could listen to me

whisper until six in the morning

while my roommate sleeps in the next room.

Fuck me until my need for punishment

dissipates while your cum soaks my cunt

from the inside out.

Fuck me until fifteen years of crying

on the frigid bathroom floor

vanishes, vanquished

by your black dick that mesmerized me

since the sixth day after I met you

on the three train at four in the morning

Sunday night

Arctic

Eleven times in two

days she saw the ghost

after fearing the apocalypse written

in black on the rim of

the john. Coded

lengthy surprise; one copy

north and one to the ground.

The ice traveled was

twelve feet deep,

years-old. Heaven dark and she

had surely gone crazy after

the third time he “woo-woo” ed

her outside, in the bathroom.

April 8, 2008

Caught in a thunderstorm,
rain sluices down my body.
A droplet discovers an opening
in my doused wool to slither down my flesh.

I imagine that it’s your index finger making
the path down my throat, in-between my breastbone
and onto my belly, where you pause

for a brief second before sliding down the right side
and getting absorbed by my blouse.

Life Definitions: I’m a Maid of Honor Bitches!

Ok, so I hoped it was coming, but had truly given up on the idea that…wait, wait, wait…let me start from the beginning.

My cousin became engaged a few years back, and just this past year, she decided that she was ready to start planning her wedding. Of course, her cousins jumped at the opportunity to finally get this woman out of her mama’s house and into her own home (that and we’ve been itching for a wedding!)

The topic of the Bridal Party came about one train ride and I took for granted that I would be the maid of honor. Conceited, that I am…but to my surprise, it wasn’t a done deal. She didn’t know! How could you not know? (Did I mention I’m conceited?)

Anyway, this was back in July/August…

Last Saturday, October 23, 2010, I went out to dinner with her, her finance and the cousins and friends. To Carmine’s. And at the end of a wonderful dinner, she says, “there’s a reason we asked you to dinner. We have some news.”

Being who I am, I immediately thought, “Oh God, she’s pregnant.”

She started to take flowers from her bag and hand it out to everyone and when she came to me she gave me the prettiest bouquet of purple flowers…and a beautiful card with our picture on it and a message asking if I would be her maid of honor…

I gotta tell you, if being proposed to feels half as great as being asked to be the maid of honor…I can see the appeal of getting married a million times! Of course I said yes, and of course I teared up…I’m a sucker for sentimental moments.

And that’s my story. I will take a picture of the flowers and card later. This also means that there will be a lot of wedding related posts.

Life Definitions: I got a new computer at work!

When I tell you I am grinning from ear to ear…I’m not exaggerating. I really am.

I’ve been at this job for 3 months now. When I first started, I had the tiniest monitor you could imagine. Suffice it to say, Titi was not happy. But I made do, I learned to not see the fact that I had books propping up to a decent level (not eye level, mind you, but decent). I learned not to notice that some of the web pages just overflowed when looking at them on the screen. I ignored the slowness and the freezing and all the other horrendous things that was happening to me because my computer was from 1998.

But then yesterday, Joe, our IT guy, says he will install my NEW COMPUTER tomorrow at noon. Well…I just about fainted right there by his desk.

So today, I came to work and decided I wouldn’t even think about, just in case it didn’t happen. I went out to lunch with the development team and when I came back, I noticed that there was something off about my desk.

My monitor was taking up more space!!!

Well, I flipped out, I pulled every employee I could find to show them the glorious, beautiful, wide screen of my computer.

sigh

I would write more, but I must go play work….

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Trying this gym thing once again

Don’t really know what else to say after the heading. I joined Planet Fitness last night. Hopefully I stick to this for longer that 3 weeks. And also, I will be going to yoga with the cousin on Tuesday. I really need to get serious about losing this weight for the wedding. Although, I’m not too pressed.

I got my sister and cousin (who wedding it is) to promise to work out with me, which is great, because as family they will curse me out if I don’t go.

I will lose the weight and even better than I already do…I’m going to be the fliest bridesmaid ever.

Life Definitions: My Mom

I can’t remember what year it was but I do remember knowing that she would appreciate this. Mommy would be happy that I did this. I wanted to show her that I loved her.

So I took out the sheets that we used to cover the portion of the carpet we slept on. First the cushion foam on the bottom, then the threadbare blue blanket, the sheet, two pillows and the final sheet to use as a cover. Afterward, I laid her slippers at the bottom of our makeshift bed. Then I waited. She would be coming home soon.

At the sound of the key in the lock, I run to hug her hello. Tell her that I love her and give her a big hug around her knees. I notice the tired lines around her eyes and mouth. I can see how hard she is trying to hold on to her smile for her baby girl.

I grab her hand into my much smaller one and gently tug her to the bedroom. I want to show her what her big girl can do. I want her to see how I got the order of the sheets right, I want her to see how I fluffed the pillows.  I want her to sit on the much higher bed next to ours while I help her take her shoes off and slip on her slippers. While she changes out of her home attendant uniform I rush to the kitchen and take out the glass of water I had placed in the fridge earlier.

She is pleased. Her smile holds itself a little better, a little wider, she hugs me again and I can see a watery reflection of myself when I look in her eyes. I’ve done good.

Happy birthday Mommy…