When he called me Mama at the airport. My eyes squeeze shut. When I followed him into that little room. When I had sex with him. Numbness starts to wash through me. Starting at my toes. Up to my ankles. I’m such a fool. It’s at my knees. Such a sad, pathetic, love-starved fool. My hips. So desperate for love, I believed that the hot man on the airplane was desperate to be with me. My belly button. So goddamn broken, I believed every compliment. I clung to every nice thing he said. My rib cage. So fucking lonely, I drunkenly married him and…
