My life is falsified. Someone asks
if I am single and I hesitate. Somehow
I have the feeling he’s much better
at acting. I swap out fellowship for quiet
rooms as much as I possibly can. Dinner
invitations cause emotional meltdowns.
I’m never allowed to slip, not now
that he’s technically not mine.
Best to work on a plane that only
handwaves with the established
flow of daily life. Each sunrise brings
a gift of non-discovery, and I fear
I cannot waste it. Who knows
how many sunrises I have left?
Josette Torres received her MFA in Creative Writing from Virginia Tech. She also holds a BA in English and Creative Writing from Purdue University. Her work has previously appeared in Star 82 Review, The New Verse News, Palaver, Eunoia Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Blacksburg, Virginia.