By kevin urenda
Date: 5 August 1998
the sofa
I sat on the sofa warming myself with the heat of your anger. I listened to you carefully as you told me how you were hurt that I had forgotten to call you that day as I had said I would. In a moment of indiscretion, I stupidly forgot all about the intensity and desperation of newly won love. There was no way I could have defended myself against the truth of your pain, so I sat back in the silence of my guilt.
As my mind drifted, I watched your words pass by me. I reached out and grabbed one in each hand.
I began to squeeze the juice out of one, and then the other. I sucked the juice down hungrily like an emotional cannibal.
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