by Ari Collins
“You’re my wire husband."
"Hell's that mean?”
“Study I read. They raised monkeys in a cage with two ‘mothers,’ one felt, the other metal wire around a milk bottle. The babies just clung to the soft mom... until they needed food.”
“Fuck off, then. Your softer husband's waiting.”
Alone, he slipped his ring back on.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
A Wire Affair
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