SweeterOctober 14, 2009
She smiles at the camera and looks sweeter than I ever was, happier than I would have been in that tiny house with a garden on that Iowa street. Once, I wanted that so badly I clung to you no matter how you despised my body, no matter how often I begged you, silently, to love me even a little bit.
Now, I look at your jowlier face, her hand curled up against your jacket, and can’t imagine that life I craved.
Now, I dance with abandon. I risk, love, then release. It is so much sweeter here.