White Solo

The work of AK.


Show, Don't Tell

Show, Don't Tell
- AK

I asked him to stay. I knew
that he didn't want to,
but he did. And I
nestled into the crook of his
arm, him in three shirts,
jeans, socks -- I made myself
believe everything was okay.
My arm was over him,
the way I liked, but still, I rolled
over, away. I don't know
if his arm was uncomfortable
beneath me, but he rolled over and put his heavy arm
around me. I wish he could have
seen my smile.



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