One more May fell upon

an evening of us separated

in the convenience of competing narratives.

I arrived after dark again

but for a good reason.

Hannah thrashed her fists

and locked the door, shouting

obscenities like a drunken sailor.

A lit candle on the kitchen table danced,

burning the wax to a puddle beneath its wick.

I paused to fill my insatiable appetite for her presence.

Hannah’s naked body moved

through the blinds as shadows

pondered their direction.

I juggled my schedule and picked up

a ring that a jeweler

explained went well for an

engagement.

She unlocked the door,

motioning me inside.

The question of how to ask

escaped the concept,

so I asked it plainly,

as though I meant it,

as though I’d always meant it.

She screamed it,

and I knew she meant it.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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