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“I’ve Always Been Your Woman”

by Pietra Dunmore

Pietra Dunmore
4 min readFeb 1, 2021

Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure

We walked towards his dorm and stood near the entrance, silent. His hands touched my face, slowly going down my neck and shoulders. Then he stopped and butted his forehead against mine, looking at me. I looked right back at him. “You wanna come in?”

I followed him in the dark, past the kitchen and community space to his door. His grey walled room had an old television set with an antenna, but not much else. There was a black milk crate that functioned as a makeshift bookcase balanced on top of a wooden dresser, empty vodka bottles the floor, a metal folding chair surrounded by spray paint cans in the corner.

“I’ve never had anybody else in my room.”

“Glad to be the first,” I said. Nothing in his space proved that I existed or even that he himself slept there. I don’t know what made me look. I knew there probably wouldn’t be any noticeable signs of him in my place, but I knew where they were. At least one: a handwritten poem with his notes and suggestions scrawled in blue ink in one of my drawers.

“What you thinking ‘bout, Woman?”

“Why I ran away when you told me how you felt.”

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Pietra Dunmore
Pietra Dunmore

Written by Pietra Dunmore

Pietra is an writer, artist, and daydreamer. She is currently working on her novel and a collection of poetry. www.pietradunmore.net

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