- a grapefruit
Lifelines trace the skin, cut inside and breathe in the hues of salt, sweet, bitter. Morose mornings fill the physical existence with each bite. Slurp the acidity that stirs the gut, and don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
- a love letter
Once or twice a year I have the unfortunate urge to look at you, to burn holes through the paper with my eyeballs, to devour every morsel of your margins and breathe in your ink syllable by syllable. Then, quickly, I shove you back in the draw where you belong.
- the bed
A tortuous shelter of comfort. Scared to leave and scared to come back. Staring into darkness for hours never felt so intimate. No one knows more secrets than you do.
- a car
Every dependable sound testifies to the reliability of this gadget. It is not the car that causes discomfort but rather the people in it, and around it. We are helpless, bound and tied to the wheel with our clenched nails. In these moments people are revealed to the world as their true selves. So, yes, you should feel self-conscious.
- the cinema screen
The lights dim, the screen brightens. Retinas reflect the pleasure. A sacred contradiction of light and darkness: surrounded and alone all at once. When you relate to what you see right in front of you, your insides blush. When it’s over, you can barely make contact with anyone there.
- heart
She took a wrong turn and stumbled upon her childhood home. She remembered ear buds like rose petals and cheeks like buzzing bees. Eyes like a still, grey sky.