THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
My work gets laid out before her, and she asks me what I'm so afraid of.
I pause, remove the lid from my coffee and stare at the foam inside. 'I'm afraid of making a definitive statement.'
She shuffles the papers, re-reading them.
'My relationship with him,' I say, 'Is complicated. Fraught with tension. I often don't know how I feel- I can't say anything solid.'
I sigh and think, Jesus Christ, why am I not having this conversation with you.