Silent Sleeper

The boy with whom I’ve spent every night for two weeks says that he’s too tired to come over. Maybe I was too pushy. Or maybe I was a dick. And then there’s next week with thanksgiving and Christmas and all this other bullshit I’m not ready for. But who is ever ready. That’s for the weak…or the wise. One or the other. I still can’t figure out where I stand, but I do know that if I lost him tomorrow upon her arrival—this other woman whom he loves—I’ll miss him and his quiet sleep. 

Ahoy, Mate!

It’s all too easy to complain. I met a Navy man (Petty Officer Dave), my future with whom the odds are against. I blame my parents. They raised me to think I could have anything and when I don’t…here we are. I want him to want me and nobody else, but there is somebody else and this person arrives next week and he claims to love her and I must fit that into my reality somewhere.