Under night, he invades. His slick black shell glints as he scurries over my clothes, between my books, even the words. He’s in every crevice, on the sheets, crawling, tickling my skin. I slap my neck. He’s gone.Read More
The call came from The Dorchester two days before my departure for New York in search of the man himself. Would we be able to find a table for them this evening at 7pm? I was in charge that night, one of my turns at being the manager. Of course, I said, no problem, we would work it out somehow.Read More
At this point in the conversation you’ve chosen to go with the zipper – much more likely given the fine undulations of the blue crotch, not to mention far easier to undo. You can’t help wonder whether he’s caught on to your button/zipper dilemma and if he finds it amusing instead of intrusively offensive.Read More
A kiss is speaking to someone but really close so you’re feeling the tongue tell words in a language unique to every person.
Some people’s language is soft like kittens lapping up milk with little laps of their kitten tongue.Read More