Stranger
I rolled over and patted the cool spot on the bed. "Jared?" I called. "Jared?"
Someone moved on the other side of the room, near the window, someone who had Jared's height and bulk, Jared's rough shape and gestures, but he didn't do what Jared would do. He didn't come to bed, or answer reassuringly. He didn't scratch his ass or fart as Jared would. He didn't strain for the sound of my voice as my husband did in the daytime.
He just stood by the window, a stranger in my bedroom.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Stranger
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I rolled over and patted the cool spot on the bed. "Jared?" I called. "Jared?"
Someone moved on the other side of the room, near the window, someone who had Jared's height and bulk, Jared's rough shape and gestures, but he didn't do what Jared would do. He didn't come to bed, or answer reassuringly. He didn't scratch his ass or fart as Jared would. He didn't strain for the sound of my voice as my husband did in the daytime.
He just stood by the window, a stranger in my bedroom.
Remove my shoes? Why?
You Americans Have no idea what you're doing.
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