Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Will anyone ever hear me whisper that into his ears? A simple letter, nothing can go wrong. Supposedly. Until it stops.
Sssssssssssss
Or lie beside me on the bed, as I climb off the bed, in the dark, keeping my melatonin nice and safe, and pee into a container I keep hidden underneath, such an intimate behavior, only reserved for love? He and I used to do that, SSSS so often in the night, he, barely making it each time, rolling over off the edge, falling asleep sometimes, the bottle stuck around him, until it fell. He peed while he drove, in a bottle. He peed into me making love. He helped me pee when my leg was first broken.
Xoxoxoxo
Will these remain only signatures by dead aunties on old letters from my childhood?
V
Is it interdimensional Reptilians who go into my dreams, camouflage themselves, manipulate my dreamscape, and those of my lovers, and keep us apart, make them fall in love with me, then out, as the Reptilians eat the pain?
IOU
Nothing, and yet I give you everything for free.
789
That's why 6 was afraid of 7. It's also his phone number.
P
I'm going to pee now, in the little pee pot, beside my bed. Later, I'll wait until anyone in the house has gone to sleep, maybe 3 a.m. I don't want anyone here to see me. We aren't that close. I'll put the container, carefully closed, in a paper bag, hang it over the edge of my crutches I have to use, as my leg is not quite mended. I'll sneak it into the bathroom to pour out, reaching slowly down, balancing, picking up again, crawling over the step, getting up again.
BRB
I hope anyway. But it sometimes can take awhile, a very strange position to get into with this cast on my leg. Thank you for waiting. If you do. I'm like a baby, its Mama hiding her head, and the baby believing no one will be there again.
ICU
I hope not. Turn your eyes away. Maybe if we get closer. But I don't trust anyone as yet, that close any more.
Q&A
Why not?
LOL
Because my ex left because I deleted an email one time. I didn't pay enough attention to the keys on the keyboard. He read everything I wrote. He wanted to make sure I was telling the truth, just right to suit him. Nothing hidden. Well, once, I deleted. One poke of my finger on a key. Then, we were deleted from each other. I don't trust letters any more, or non letters either.
?
What the fuck?
?
I just answered that.
Tantra Bensko, MFA, teaches Fiction Writing through UCLA Extension Writing Program, Writers College, and her own academy. Naissance Press and ISMs Press published her chapbooks, and Night Publishing put out her full length book, Lucid Membrane, and will soon release her next one. She has 180 creative writing publications, including several magazines that gave her awards, such as Cezanne's Carrot, Punkpen, Medulla Review, The Iowa Journal of Literary Studies, Rose and Thorn in their nomination for Pushcart, and Medulla Review, and nominations for Best of the Net and Pushcart from Metazen. She runs Exclusive Magazine, and the recourse site, Experimental Writing, http://experimentalwriting.weebly.com, and instigated the genre Lucid Fiction. She lives in Berkeley.
ISSUE:
W I N T E R
2011-2012
ART FEATURE:
An Introduction
to Deltiology
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