Apartment Complex
Feb 1, 2019
1 min read
Updated: Sep 19, 2025
You used to kiss me,
tequila on your lips.
My ears would flush.
In my sister’s apartment complex,
the stairwell from the 70s, waiting
for the pizza.
Against the wall,
acting on instinct,
holding my hand.
Written Winter 2019
Art Credit: Helene Graham
