Man and wife in bed.
[this is the second chapter of my debut novel, when we reach we]
Man and wife in bed.
The wife's a walker, a watcher. Enormous eyes, early 30s, em-dash collarbones – in another life the word would be flâneur
But this isn't Paris guys this is the suburbs of North Jersey. She's another almost middle-aged asian who does a lot of cardio. Soon she'll be a mother. A mom.
A milf?
No. Neutral tone cotton t-shirt.
She's beautiful, she sees you. You have to find her
Does he touch her, or does she touch him?
He touches her. It's not violent or sad, it's not like that. He's strong, very strong, and even more gentle than he is strong. You're lucky if you know a man like him. Deep water. It comes from there.
There he touches her. And then they'll touch each other. And they'll be touching.
Let's make a baby
[If you are seeing this you probably read the entire post. i know my persona here is that of the disaffected flirt, et cetera, but let me be sincere. Knowing that there is even one person in the world who finds my writing interesting enough to read my emails in their entirety .. It does something to me. Thank you. I will be here tomorrow again]