Posts Tagged: hair
For/from Hilary (I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell is happening with these. Also, if I pull a scrap of paper that has hair on it again next, I’m skipping it.) In the bath, I find one of your
For/from Nina I don’t want you to kiss my lips, my cheeks. Your lips are too soft; rose petal caresses. I want your teeth, and I don’t want them on the flesh that protects me—I want them on my jaw.
“Her long her was dyed black, but still somehow streaked with grey, and piled on top of her head like an old, erect beaver’s tail, possibly stuffed, or fixed with some type of glue mount.” Ian Sansom, The Case of