I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made

I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell

The Whole Thing's Illusion, [jacob], And There's Nothing Wrong With That. It's What People Want From Us. It's What They Expect.

I Tend Not To Think About The Reading Public At All, Or The Business, When I'm Writing.

We Traveled For Two Weeks With A Pickled Hippo.

I Stroke Her Lightly, Memorizing Her Body. I Want Her To Melt Into Me, Like Butter On Toast. I Want To Absorb Her And Walk Around For The Rest Of My Days With Her Encased In My Skin. I Lie Motionless, Savoring The Feeling Of Her Body Against Mine. I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell.