I worry that you are getting faster, flicking and falling past and down. Eating everything but in a glug, a gulp, no kind of stopping to lift her to your face, to lick, to keep. There are some calm places here. I do hope that some of you stay for a moment. I shall lift you I shall lick you.
Do you ever think about all of the really nice drunk girls you’ve met in bathrooms and wonder how they are doing? I miss you all