First Post

I write this first blog post with memories of the night's excitement--hints of cigarettes, oysters, and the taste of his own warm mouth--lingering upon my tongue.

He brought me home, and loitered in my chamber, as I dressed for bed and tried to tame my unruly curls. He sighed, and bent to pick up his coat. Looking at him with wistful eyes, I sighed too, and whispered, "Must you leave me?"

"Yes, it is time. Know that I would stay if I could."

"One day," I told him, "You will stay." He smiled warmly at this, looking deep into my eyes.

"I know."

I am at home, and lonely now. The landlord's orders are clear--no pets. I am looking at a stack of books with a guilty twinge--I have schoolwork to complete. I am a student, you see. It's not a hard life, but it is a poor life--and I am frequently alone. Someday, this too shall end.

I finish with a quote, Joyce Carol Oates' words:

How happy HOW HAPPY I AM. You didn't think, did you, that I COULD BE SO HAPPY.