My honest answer to “Do you want kids?” depends on whether or not I’ve spent the last hour with a friend who has one.
Shayonti’s Confession
3 MarSometimes I make you repeat lines that are a comfort to my aching heart by pretending I didn’t hear them.
What was that again?
Sublimation
17 JanI didn’t cheat on him.
I only thought about her.
I didn’t cheat on him.
We only touched.
I didn’t cheat on him.
Her soft, pliant skin.
I didn’t cheat on him.
Quivering under my mouth.
I didn’t cheat on him.
Legs wrapped around waist.
I didn’t cheat on him.
The arching of backs.
I didn’t cheat on him.
The moaning of names.
I didn’t cheat on him.
I’m seeing her tomorrow.
I didn’t cheat on him.
Can hardly wait.
I didn’t cheat on him.
We’ll do this over and over.
I didn’t cheat on him.
I didn’t sleep with another man.
I didn’t cheat on him.
Women don’t count.
OJ’s Confession
27 Maya.k.a. My Big Fat Anti-Jinx
I can never break up with the Boy.
Then I’d have to change all my passwords and that would be painful.
Flash
25 MarIn bed, he was a brute. Not nasty, he just didn’t realize his strength. Which is why I’m particularly touched when he wishes me on every birthday and Nourooz, taking care to include the names of his wife and son. Wait, how could I know how he was in bed? It happened on the floor.
Maithili’s Confession
13 OctRight before Harish comes home at 1 for lunch, I pleasure myself in the store room and call out my ex’s name.
It’s been 25 years since my wedding day.
And 3 since He ended it.
Must be off now, I can smell the food burning.
Harish likes his sambar hot and his rice sticky.
Rishabh’s Confession
15 MayI didn’t encourage you to date Sheila (and told you all those horror stories about her) because I wanted to be free to hate whomever she eventually ended up with.
Sadiyah’s Confession
25 NovRemember that chance meeting at the supermarket? You, me and him?
I arranged it.
So I could show you who I sleep with while I fantasize about you.
Eli’s Confession
25 OctI said your name aloud today.
After weeks and months and years.
It stumbled out stiltedly, the awkward syllables elbowing each other in an upward bound elevator; and as it floated away into the ether, I stared after it like I would a stranger, barely able to recognize the word I had once passionately moaned.
Paola’s Confession
30 JulI stopped taking the medication
and let the vitiligo spread
just so I could find out
how much you really loved me.
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