Twirl

Tonight i listen to Cat Power's "Back of Your Head", and miss when Taylor missed my hand on the back of his head.

"Something comforting in that," he said.

Something comforting in the cupping for me, too.

I loved that i could be alien with him.

I've been deleted all over the place. And yet i can't bring myself to delete that message.

My thermometer says 82°. Yet my hands are cold. I slide them underneath my thighs. A chill runs down my spine.