Part I: I Wish You Would Call Me
I am feverish in my apartment. Getting myself off with one hand and holding a cup of Fantastic noodles in the other. I’m not sure what “Oriental” is supposed to taste like but it is not the taste you want in your mouth when you finally squirt during the opening sequence of Today Tonight. Continue reading
I was in the kitchen when the angel came to me, holding my face in the vapours of the soup on the stove. It was raining and I was wearing very thick socks. The soup was too salty.
The angel was beautiful and terrible the way queens and widows and wounded soldiers are beautiful and terrible. She told me I was going to have a baby and then she said let me show you something. Let me show you everything.
Articulate. You like me when I wear my words
Besides that’s why you bought me dinner in the first place, or was it coffee?
Caffeine sounds more like us. We’re not big on food most of the time.
Don’t you remember? Don’t you recall I said
Entry is your strong suit—
Fucking is a good way for you to practice entry and you practice it on me all the time.