Living With An Emotional Deficiency – V.

V. It’s not about you, Never been, never will be. I know you secretly wonder if I was the same way with him, Yes. Worse. But for you, I tried, To unpeel myself from the wall, Etched in closer till our personal space overlapped. I practiced hugs which weren’t identical to two sumo wrestlers coming …

Living With An Emotional Deficiency – IV.

IV. I guess if I wasn’t so broken, I would enjoy hugs. They’re sickeningly invasive, uncomfortably restrictive. A gesture which intellectuals should have eradicated years ago. Yet, it’s oddly satisfying...for half a second. But for you, I endure. A.