The night we met, I contracted a childhood disease.
The discoloration resembled that of turmeric or a fig tree.
I measured the color’s expansive, wide distance: Inner thigh to the edge of the mattress.
Tonight, a man on the phone poses an inquiry re: two boxes of books by Leon Trotsky.
I cover the mouthpiece, laugh with my co-worker.
Dear Sir or Madam: I am stunned by how easy it is to be a Very Bad Person.