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Saturday, 4:12 AM
The carpet in the Lord Jeffery Inn is that deep, historical green that makes you feel like you’re trespassing on a Founding Father’s library.
Don't Break Your Form
I can still feel where your thumb pressed into my sacrum during that three-minute pigeon pose, a bruise I didn’t want to heal.
The Fire Escape Landing
She tasted like a dirty martini and bad intentions, a combination that usually ends in a hangover or a very specific kind of bruise.
Rough Stillness
The psoas never lies; mine was screaming stay even as I told him I needed to lock the front door.
Will You Tell Me When It Starts to Burn?
He held the stem of the glass like a throat, his thumb tracing the rim with a precision that made her lungs feel suddenly too small for her chest.
Keep Your Weight Centered
The way you looked at me wasn't romantic; it was an audit, a line-by-line verification of everything I’d spent ten years trying to redact.
Bellows
The way your breath catches against the shutter’s click suggests you aren’t nearly as bored with this as you’re pretending to be.
Why Does Your Pulse Race Whenever I Mention the Cleaver?
I watched the way you looked at the carbon steel, not with fear, but with a terrifyingly precise sort of hunger.
Render
She looked at me the way a line cook looks at a ticket rail during a Friday rush—total focus and predatory.
Sloane's Lanyard
The humidity in Grant Park felt like a breach of contract, a heavy, suffocating weight that made every inch of skin feel litigious and over-sensitized.
“If You Touch That Spine One More Time, I’m Going to Make You Regret Having Hands”
She didn't just want me to stop talking; she wanted the very air I'd used to form the words returned to her.
Starch
I have taught three hundred students that tension requires a delayed gratification, but you are a master of the cruelest syllabus I have ever encountered.