by Ari Collins
It's never about control. Here, in this dank basement, I help you tie yourself to your husband's college futon and I watch your eyes. Maybe it's about your eyes. They beg me; Jesus knows exactly what for.
When I want, if I want, your eyes flutter and roll everywhere, then lie still. So temporarily calmed.
Monday, September 20, 2010
That's What
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