Obey, Obey, Obey, Then Do What You

And Often It Would Be A Woman Who Was In Her 70s Or 80s Who Would Win The Beauty Contest, Because Bound Feet Never Age.

Perhaps He Was Afraid As I Was That We'd Be Caught. Or Perhaps He Was Breathing Me In Just As I Was Letting Him Come Into My Lungs, My Eyes, My Heart.

But There Are Certain Books I Would Never Put On A Kindle Because You Want To Be Able To Look At Graphs And Photos Or The Footnotes And Maps. You Can't See That.

He Was In My Hair, My Eyes, My Fingers, My Heart. I Day-dreamed About What He Was Doing, Thinking, Seeing, Smelling, Feeling. I Could Not Eat For Thoughts Of Him.

What Stays With Me Most Is A General Sense Of Loss, Unease, And Longing For The Past That Cannot Be Relieved.