First Encounters
New experiences, chance meetings, discovering passion
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Studio 4B
He adjusted the softbox like he was clearing a jam on a rifle, steady and focused, and my pulse just jumped the track.
Shut the Damper
I’m recording this because if I die of hypothermia or a bad decision, I want the record to show he was incredibly hot.
Bungalow Seventeen
I watched the salt crystals dry against the hair on your forearm, a white crust of everything I wanted to taste.
Two Fingerprints on the Glass
The friction of your thumb against the inside of my wrist was more disruptive than the forty-thousand dollar canvas hanging to our left.
The Dent in the Silver Ice Bucket
I was a senior associate with a corner-office trajectory and a closet full of charcoal wool, yet I let him unmake me.
Is This Where You Wanted to Lose Your Way?
The salt was everywhere—in the air, on the railing, and eventually, dried in white tracks against the slope of her inner thigh.