By Alexandra Winters
Afterward, you rest your palm on my cheek, in the space between my strawberry birthmark and chin, in the space between your distant wife and my short-tempered husband.
“I won’t leave her,” you say. “My kids…”
“We can’t keep doing this,” I say, throwing off the threadbare cotton sheet.
But we do.
Not all poisons come from toxins. Even vitamins can be poisonous. Or water. That which sustains also destroys, in high enough doses.
So we run away into the gaps, between weekday teleconferences and Sunday’s banana waffles, between sign-ins at day care and the quiet thrum of our paper-doll lives.
Beautiful!
Absolutely beautiful!
Very poignant
What is beautiful and poignant about adultery?
This is honest, and powerful, and true. Beautiful writing.
So powerful, and beautifully written. Love it.
Stunningly written. This works perfectly in its short form.
Kudos!
Bleak and lovely – great writing.
Rather poetic.