December 2011
9 posts
This is a duct tape version of an audiobook for...
La Petite Mort
Do you remember the first time? How you found that there was no such thing as empty space, the motion of one body whooshing air over the other, how it pressed the sweat outwards then gathered it in lines when you pulled them back apart. Remember the way the pads of the fingers ignited on your skin, wrote in braille and in cursive and in lace, the stops and the starts and the eventual path of one...
