confessions

Sigh of relief

Committing to a one-year waxing plan, I braced myself for the emotional state I’d be in when faced with the decision to renew. The plan, paid over four installments, redeemable in Boston, New York, or Miami, offered more flexibility for relocation than romantic hesitation. Twelve months later, no need for celebration, I found myself just taking advantage of breathing easy at this occasion.

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What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine

What’s mine is yours, and yours is mine

When I need you, and when I don’t, what’s mine is yours, and yours is mine

When you notice my low rise socks ride up a heel’s worth of extra fabric, what’s mine is yours, and yours is mine

When you have the feet that fill my day-old dirty socks, when you find yourself across town, across the river, for the night, what’s mine smells less than what’s yours.