I wanted Ben to seduce me—no, that isn’t true: he couldn’t have anyway, because I wanted him so much. I’d have been all over him like a bad rash, before he could even have begun anything like seduction
The Weight of Assumption Your voice ascends to the sky; deep, high-pitched, husky. The earth receives the tears falling furiously down your face;
My black is the A that completes the word AESTHETIC Out of the whitewalls, I pass My image shining like fine jewels I