monday There is a great debate that has been raging for years: does the week start on a Sunday or a Monday?
I ache every time the sun sets I curl around the softness of my pillow It fails to be even slightly adequate a replacement For the softness of your body
You give me no fever. That, you must understand, is the difficult part. You give me no fever — I do not dream of the sinuous curves of your legs twining about mine
I become universes in your arms
She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party
The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.
“9/11 happened. And then so did I.”
“I don’t read the newspaper on the weekends. I’ve no time for the ‘cruel facts’ of life when there are 48 hours of real life to be had.”