The most unforgivable thing I’ve done that didn’t involve sex or lying was today, I was wiping the track before the next train and this man was squelched black in bone tatters in the middle, and I
writing questions, like
why does he come over in the bad storms
and make excuses not to leave
Mostly we ordered in pizza and put on slow music that looped and stayed on your rug until our pleasures panged together.
“I’ve asked you here tonight to tell you I’ve told my wife everything. She’s fine with it, she really is, and I want to really emphasize that. She only asks that we’re not intimate in our bed. Hers
"sorry to ping / i just want to know who was too good for who..."
