Nonfiction

He waits for an answer that will never surface, while I wonder why, after all these decades, this is what he remembers of me.  I want to be elsewhere, and I am elsewhere, but not sure where, and I know where I don’t want to be. 

The walls are white and bare. This is because what you put on bedroom walls is important, defining. I’m learning this by visiting with friends, seeing their bedroom walls decorated with posters of basketball stars, handsome quarterbacks, rock bands, even centerfolds in one case.

When Harry walked across my palm and onto my fingertips, perhaps wisely attempting a swift getaway, the scratch of his toenails on my skin was thrilling.