you go too far, marlowe.

i was not sure i had understood. i was naked enough to disappear in the shop windows. your weight on me sank through my bones and i didn’t know where i had lost my body - as if it had no vowels, as if the construction were faulty, the mesh too coarse - when you felt a sneeze coming on and fumbled for your hankerchief. I traced the law of sufficient reason down your spine. your skin was delicate, like a retracted confession.

- Rosmarie Waldrop