Today my prompt is to tell a story backward.
After living two years in Taiwan, I flew back
to my childhood home where my father nursed me
to poor health. The longer I stayed the more I wept
and the less I ate until the last two weeks I ate soup
or nothing, and never left the house. Your electric words
hatefulled me half to death, so of course I put myself and my dog
in the car and drove two days straight to you
without stopping. Crept into the house while you were away:
you came home and went to sleep while I hid in the other room.
That night I tried to kill myself. Came home and we had
a spectacular fight. Had it again and again for two years
until you started to fuck me again. You started to love me
again. After we made love, you'd take me to dinner. Our last date
you asked for my number, we talked for hours outside a closed bar,
then went to dinner where we laughed about wearing the same color shirt,
then went home. I opened a message on a dating site, looked
at your photos, and marveled how little they looked like you at all.