Status Updates From The Folding Star

you can’t have a relationship with a work of art…

I perched on the edge of the bed and looked minutely at his stomach as it dropped with the long-delayed breaths of deep sleep, the tongue-tempting crevice of his navel…When he opened his eyes I was the first thing he saw. His arms circled my head and brought me down to him.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was a pair of shoes...

I perched on the edge of the bed and looked minutely at his stomach as it dropped with the long-delayed breaths of deep sleep, the tongue-tempting crevice of his navel. His anatomy was grand and somehow luminous itself, and where the blue veins thickened in his neck they seemed transparent, as in a model or a chart. The model of a man…

When he opened his eyes I was the first thing he saw.