Long-stemmed wine glasses hurled against walls.
Televisions thrown out windows.
Knuckles raked against brick walls,
pummeled against concrete.
We tell ourselves we can’t do such things.
Settle for scrubbing tubs.
Screaming into pillows.
Flailing around our living space
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I wrestle off my ski coat, fleece-lined sweatshirt, and down-filled vest.
The shape of my body finally makes an appearance.
Move the pillows, sit down, and pull my feet underneath me.
“We’re like Russian nesting dolls this time of year, aren’t we?”
It’s the same every time I’m here.
He lights a tea candle,
I settle myself and take a drink of water
out of my Klean Kanteen.
Pause. Deep breath.
“How’ve you been?”
“Good,” he says, smiles at me,
but does not return the question.
Just waits.
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Now my posture tightens. Teeth clench. I don’t break eye contact and I steady my breath. In a moment indiscernible from the next the glass I’m holding is crushed in my hand. Fragments embed in the folds of my skin, sparkling water and a lime wedge. I don’t flinch, just cock my head. “You were saying…” Continue reading →
Ruby Pipes 