As she walks into my room, I can’t help
but see an oddity, a limp, in her
Off come her earrings, insecurities;
to the floor fall my shades, pretenses. I
My desk lamp brightens our humanity.
Under the light and four watchful eyes we
My hands don’t tremble, hers don’t hesitate.
She sees my tattoos; I see her scars. We
I have a degree in economics and a sense of adventure. Right now, I live in Shanghai where I spend my days pretending I am an author and my nights pretending I am not a kindergarten teacher. My personal website is http://natestein.wordpress.com