ON HOW GOOD YOU ARE
Maybe the second time I met you was the first time I saw you. And then I knew comfort looked like the shape of your face. Things started to settle, flatten, shapes became smooth, winter turned tolerable when I was in the same room as you. Urges grew. I wanted every room to have you in it. It would have made my home liveable. It would have.
LAND LOCKED BLUES: ON HOW THIS IS NOT FOR YOU OR ABOUT YOU BUT HOW AND HOW THIS IS THE HARDEST I HAVE EVER BEEN AND BEING BY WRITING.
because of lack of sleep and excessive lukewarm feelings I turn to you, facing the wall, asking
you to sing me a song. it is too late in the night to have anywhere to go. I am too sober. my fingerprints are soaked in. you never respond. I have very little to say. I want my fingers to talk on your skin. I know how but you don't let me do how.
I haven't met a whore with a penis 'til you came my way. gosh,
I beg you to put me away. how stupid is it. this is.
calm me down. there are voices in this background of words you will never understand.
you have been the only one.
I am not complaining to my friends. my new lover is in my bathtub. but it's your bathwater that I have always wanted to drink.
let me do sick. because this is why I want to be. writing.
SZILVIA MOLNAR lives in Brooklyn and works at a literary agency. Her writing has been published in Little Brother, Two Serious Ladies, Electric Cereal, and Butterfly Knives and Sea Salt. Her artwork has been published by Girls Get Busy, Flavorwire, Jezebel and Icon — El Pais.