Proper pours.
Friday, February 23, 2007
It has been said that books grow best in the dark.
As I read this line in a gay man’s house, waiting on the installation guys to stop eying my breasts and get back to work, I reached in my bag fingers fit for finding the valium.
As time passes and body relaxes I noticed a shift under this influence.
I could feel my bones. I could feel the outlines, the porousness… and a complete disregard for muscles. The thing that I always feel aching.
… With nothing left to be said.
