Amy DeBellis

Apr 1, 2024 | identitytheory.com | Amy DeBellis

When we finally meet it’s almost too real the way you look at me and the twitch of your smile all of these things I never imagined over the phone but your voice is the same that warm rich dark velvet and here is your home and your bed and your paintings and here is your dog with her blue blue eyes and here are our mouths caressing each other devouring each other almost no trace left in my mind of the man I once thought I would marry or the man before him just you your pulse in your throat...

Mar 15, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Amy DeBellis

Before my Hinge date, I amuse myself by making faces in the mirror. I purse my mouth like an overripe strawberry, beckoning future rot. I slide oil through my hair, expensive oil that’s supposed to be very different from the grease that will seep through the roots after two days without a wash. A few minutes before sunset I slip on my combat boots and trendy trench coat and we’re out the door, me and the fragile home of my body.