Listening to Sufjan Stevens & his nearly perfect album Illinoise
The source of most of my despair was mistaking intensity for intimacy
Lately, as a woman orgasms, as she outpours her most secret secret, I have remained fully clothed
Sometimes I leave the room to let her get dressed alone & when she emerges, ready once again for the world, we embrace in mutual gratitude
Letās chat; come over; cuddle; be present in each other
Last night, at 2:37am, while in the ER keeping a friend company, I watched a man vomit over & over again into an emesis bag
My only nemesis: my idiotic ego
We can chat about whatever: winter lightning, the design flaws of HEB parking lots, the baffling repetitiveness of sunlight
When I pray I pray for nothing; I mostly listen
Have you ever known someone for years & cannot for the life of you recall once ever hearing them say, āIām sorryā
I read Eliotās poem āLittle Giddingā to her pussy before eating it; she requested, later that evening, that I baptize her throat w my cum
Sometimes, while on a walk, Iāll see a squirrel flattened against a tree trunk or see a cat rolling around in loose gravel & cement
Idk, come over; weāll self-forget together; cuddle
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