“social interaction makes me nervous, making people nervous turns me on. you smile at all of the cameras in the ceiling. if you were a tree & a scientist cut you open you’d have twenty-six rings inside your small frame. you don’t look a day over sixteen when you smile with your teeth. your smile was what got me. i liked that you looked so young. your teeth reminded me of the white candy stick in fun dip. i wanted to suck the enamel right off your teeth the first time i got my hands on you. we’re a disaster, this we know. we’re a hurricane, a tornado, a ship wreck, a plane crash. when our skin touches the world divides. & still we sleep soundly in the same bed every night. i watch your eyelids flicker as you sleep; i wonder what you’re dreaming, creating mini-movies in your head. i kiss your back & read your goosebumps like braille. late at night we make forts out of blankets & speak no words. we take turns listening to the music in each other’s body. with my ear on your stomach i can hear the barber shop quartet singing & with your ear on my chest you claim to hear an opera singer. you rap-tap-tap your fingers up my thighs to the climbing pitch of the opera singers voice. with each tap the singer hit’s a higher note till she’s holding a note that would shatter glass & you’re touching my insides. you’re tongue’s in my mouth making sure the opera singer’s voice hit’s no ears but your own. with my eyes closed i can feel you smile. i bite your lip, you suck my neck. i can taste the ghosts inside you & i know you can taste mine too. the choir screams. all goes quiet. we’re not in love. we’re comfortable. you’re a fitting piece to my puzzle, that’s it. neither of us believe in love. well, you do…kind of. you’re constantly on a quest to find true love & always returning to me, defeated. we’ve never once said “i love you” or really, anything remotely affectionate. even when i’m biting your neck & you’re grabbing at my hips. that’s just us. i can see the sun rising out the window & i know that when you wake you’ll be on your way again & when you lay your head tonight it will be right next to mine. you’ll smile at me that candy smile & say you missed me. those bones, all your bones are nothing more than strawberry jam. disgustingly sweet & made like a jellyfish. i keep you around because i need something for my toast.”

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