Laughing Medusas

When I remember my past loves, I do not remember the the things they were most proud of... I remember instead the scar on his chin he tried to hide with a goatee, the soft layer of baby fat that made her soft and pliable in my hands, the way her left breast hung just a little heavier than the right, the dark hair on his chest and stomach he vowed to have waxed when he had the extra cash, the way she would sometimes snort when she laughed, the moles that dotted his back, the fact he could never remember that my doorknob turns the wrong way. The things that made them human are the things that made me love them and the things I will always remember.

~Asherah