• MONO commented on the post, checkmate 6 years, 1 month ago

    Lately, that’s what living feels like also it’s been raining a lot lately but I don’t mind get diamonds tossed into my hair even if they’re temporary and cold.

  • MONO commented on the post, metro 6 years, 2 months ago

    There are so many stains, the eye does not know where to settle except in space—past people.

  • MONO commented on the post, listening 6 years, 2 months ago

    My father taught me silence.

    First, it was the silence of adoration, of moments of sitting mute from happiness. Under seven years old. My father used to blow dry my inky hair that I inherited precisely from him as I sat with his legs flanking me. Talking interrupted the black noise of the blow dryer so I used my arms to convey whenever he…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, cave 6 years, 3 months ago

    My people were born from mugwort garlic and a she-bear that ate these two things and these two things only in utter darkness away from the sun for too many days until she became a woman who shed the skin of a bear and emerged from the rock void feeling clear glow light on her almond center skin and wept for the first time out of equally jet eyes.

  • MONO commented on the post, fatigue 6 years, 4 months ago

    No matter how much he slept, he felt the same.

    He only liked the stasis of sleep, of absolute disconnect. He thinks he has the most potential while dreaming. Lately, life has a habit of tiring him absolutely. Nerve-deep.

  • MONO commented on the post, ancient 6 years, 4 months ago

    The way he looked at her.

  • MONO commented on the post, growing 6 years, 4 months ago

    One of his dearest wishes was to outgrow a house instead of having to abandon it.

    To grow old and match its precise woodgrains with his own skin as time passed. Houses, he found, he could love unconditionally, know better than lovers because they changed empathetically with their occupants. Every scar he left on the house—a scored floorboard f…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, murder 6 years, 4 months ago

    That’s the color she wore on her nails—a blue so deep that it became the static black of ceilings on sleepless nights. She kept them precise and unchipped.

    Every night a new victim. Anyone from a stranger who smelled too sharply of liquor, to an acquaintance with an eerie habit of staring a beat too long, to past lovers she had outgrown for s…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, cool 6 years, 4 months ago

    He would cocoon my feet in his legs. During winter, the only parts of me that ever get cold are my extremities. It’s like the rest of my body hoards the heat.

    He’d give me the most vulnerable parts. Behind the fold of his knees or the shins. Eventually, my toes would thaw, never quite warming completely because they’d drank in his heat.

  • MONO commented on the post, speak 6 years, 4 months ago

    One evening the sky was nearly navy. We were on his unlit twin bed, straight on our unbent backs—forearm to forearm.

    “Listen to this,” he said, in his rolling human whisperer voice that always tickled me deep below my sternum.

    He broke his straight-backed pose to reach over me to click on some forest-screened guided meditation. He had told m…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, ahead 6 years, 4 months ago

    On our second date.

    The first was formal, we both did our elaborate courtship dances. You were endless. Tall, with softer skin and hair than I expected—especially for a man—and sweet toothed. You moved, I moved. You spoke and I spoke. You insisted on picking me up old-fashionedly from work and driving the both of us to a maroon-bricked cafe tha…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, responsibility 6 years, 4 months ago

    You taught me how eyes can flare, to find the small succulent spots that cause quivers—I learned from you that the inside of an elbow feels kisses marrow-deep too. An elbow, not two. Because my right one has an almost-full moon patch of a scar now. Because I waved once and impossibly caught the blood-orange-bright end of a close standerby’s c…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, sound 6 years, 5 months ago

    I like the vulnerable kinds.

    The noises of slumber—the hitches in breaths, the half-conceived words slipping out dreamlessly, and throat membranes catching. Knowing the way someone sounds while sleeping is as intimate as body cartography.

    Second, the quaking voice. Telltale tremors before the speaker’s eyes spill from the softness of the m…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, size 6 years, 5 months ago

    My father and I used to fish in a murky sound. We caught only ugly things—muddily-scaled bloated bullheads, scraggly algae, and twisted tiny crabs. We let them all go. Gently. Not one of our catches ever died or gasped in air for very long.

    The most beautiful fish I caught fit in my palm. It was slick and spirited—every spasm caused it to spi…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, lord 6 years, 5 months ago

    She finds him in the small things—she supposes—in the motes of light rising up from fires, strangers’ spines curved in sadness, and stark grey skies.

    No comfort though, just assent.

  • MONO commented on the post, placed 6 years, 5 months ago

    I haven’t forgotten your hands. Their careful architecture, how empathetic they are. You always knew precisely where to press and release them, how to frame skin within them.

    No one could touch like you, so attuned to the body’s dialect.

  • MONO commented on the post, amount 6 years, 5 months ago

    They fit in one hand, the most precious things: another’s hand—warmer than your own, a pencil—in sweeping motions, a favorite mug—steaming, and the face filled with love.

  • MONO commented on the post, living 6 years, 6 months ago

    My past collections:

    Caterpillar eggs—as opaque as pearls—on teardrop leaves. But only in odd numbers.

    Angular rocks that felt satisfying to squeeze. My brother’s polished tiger’s eye especially when he wasn’t looking.

    Autumn breaths. Every breath as fresh as first steps into a pool.

    Cards smaller than a child’s palm. The most I’d pay…[Read more]

  • MONO commented on the post, curious 8 years, 1 month ago

    For every mile in between, thoughts increase exponentially.

    But inches bring only temporary relief.

  • MONO commented on the post, forgotten 8 years, 1 month ago

    Well-worn pillows more malleable than down, striated and steaming drinks, a fresh, lush pen uncapped, palm-sized notebooks with only careful notes and numbers, the rightward tilt of your lips when you find.

    The first, when we outlasted dawn with fingertips and words woven.

    I haven’t.