She does not like her coffee strong. I like it to stick to the tongue.
Notice how her hair so elegantly encircles the flower on her bra strap. “Strap” is too ugly a word for this memory, but I have no replacement. Forget I said it.
Red kettle and nipples. I cannot lie about how they draw my eye. I don’t know what this says about me. OK, yes I do. But don’t you also wonder what that expression means? And how did her hair become so alive? As if there were a spring breeze.