I'll Not Waste Good Chapstick,

Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Medium: Digital Camera

Artist: Local Idiot

It's midnight. At midnight we do midnight type of shit.

I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.

Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.

Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.

Those were the kisses we had.

Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.

Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.

She says, I love you

but what she really says is,

"tell me you love me."

My silence

does not sit well with her

Like Eve of Eden

she suddenly becomes aware

of her own nakedness,

fashioning clothes out of bedsheets

pulling them towards herself

with a hint of disdain.

I don't blame her,

her reaction is justified.

I have been in her place before.

Coffee thought.

Why aren't cookies called, Bakies? You don't cook them, you bake them.

The Sun doesn't concern herself,

with the other stars in the sky.

She is too busy lighting up the world.

😐🫴🏻🐉

People have the wonderful ability to tell you exactly what they need; most of the time they don't mean what they say.