Words are one way in which we can create bridges toward each other and create these alphabetical band-aids to make us feel as though, okay I can get through this hour, I can get through this day…Language is going to save us, in every way.”
how to love an onion
I knew it was over by the way she started to kiss me. She used to treat my mouth like a rest stop. She’d park her tongue between my lips for hours. Seizure it around, clean my teeth, zigzag from cheek to cheek, waterslide down my throat. Her kisses were like a season pass to Great Adventure.