I have not yet written the shame of her hand on my wrist.
“I like it like this.”
“Finally,” she whispered, after our first kiss.
Violet am I, she was pure red.
A meter branded into her pillow,
she spurned,
with a laugh like a curl.
She knows me now, she knows me not,
(she knows me without knowing anything at all).
Carolyn Gevinski is a journalist and writer in New York, whose literary work and reporting have appeared in Lavender Review, GLAMOUR, El País, Al Jazeera, and Out Magazine. She is a graduate of Columbia Journalism School, where she currently works as a fellow on their postgraduate investigative team.