Kind of Cursed

Oh, my God.” I say it aloud in English. Slowly. And in Spanish to myself. Dios mío. Begging God to listen. To comfort the woman I love. To spare her suffering. To make me worthy of her trust. “I… I…

She wants to know me.

And I want more than to know. I want to see. Hear. Taste. Touch.

Love.

I want to offer. Promise. Shield. Fulfill. Bind.

Give.

I want to love and give. Tonight. Tomorrow. Twenty years from now.

I kiss Millie Delacroix like it’s my job. Like she is my Daily Three. Millie. Millie. And Millie