If I could gamble.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I bet when he comes home he smells like metal and oil.
I bet he tastes like pear.
I bet he trembles after he comes.
I bet he uses his middle finger to trace hairlines.
I bet he prefers blueberry to raspberry.
I bet he uses soap to wash his hair instead of shampoo.
I bet he doesn’t know that I’m betting on him.


Saturday, August 23, 2008 at 4:36 am
I bet he has an inkling.