In the morning I didn't know what had happened. Things seemed blurry to me and I felt funny. She smiled.
Clothes hurt my skin. I found it hard to think about abstractions. I washed my eyes out.
I emptied you while you slept, she said. I know how to do it. She was trying to scare me.
You're beautiful, I said. F*ck you, she told me. At breakfast I read the paper. Everything tastes like licorice.
I enjoy being in the world, but all I can think about is rhythm, distance, houses, railway tracks, windows. She sleeps next to me naked in the dark, cool bedroom.
She tastes like licorice and I like to go down on her. I do not want to go to work today. My legs ache & I feel lonely.