“your life depends upon lying close” by Julia in her kitchen

Wednesday, December 5, 2018
7:56pm
5 minutes
Zero Meridian
Marie Silkeberg

The morning is the time you roll into me and whisper sweet affirmations in my ear. They’re so sweet it’s the only thing keeping me from slapping you for waking me up before my alarm. And yet I love it. I love those little groans or little sighs. The hot air on my neck. The warmth from your skin. The perfect placement of our knees.
I do not whisper affirmations to you but I’m busy remembering my dreams. Poems I wrote in my sleep or lines that snuck up on me in the quiet. I am hoping they are part of me by now but by now you are part of me. I think I’ve learned that before.
We don’t have to prove our love in these moments. The bed is love and we are love and the heat is love. I am convinced that in the oven we share, baking cookies of history and comfort and light (using terrible metaphors for what it is we’re doing), nothing more needs to happen.

“your life depends upon lying close” by Sasha at JJ Bean on campus

Wednesday, December 5, 2018
12:24pm at JJ Bean
5 minutes
Zero Meridian
Marie Silkeberg

When you come home for seventy two hours or so we can’t keep our hands off each other. So much kissing and fucking and being on each other’s skin and bones and lips and feet. When you come home you look different than when you left. Maybe it’s the stories you’ve been telling, maybe they’ve changed your face shape. Maybe it’s the person you’re becoming. Maybe you’re different on the inside and now it’s on the outside. When you come home after the initial giddiness wears off we usually fight a bit. Getting re-used to the things that annoy us. Remembering and looking to the future and wondering and doubt.