[Eros|He] called at 11:45.

"[Audre Lorde|Kiki]?"

"Yeah. [Who]'s this?"

"It's me. What are you doing? Are you [asleep]?"

"No. No. I'm watching [SNL]."

"Oh. Well, [ejaculation|come] outside. I brought you a [cherry limeade slush]."

So I plodded into my [Camarillo State Mental Hospital|plain white room] and after digging through enough clothes for a family of five I found my [Why oh why did the black crayon always die first?|favourite black sweater]. At the bottom of the stairs, I slipped my [feet] into my little red-and-white flats that look like [Canadian flag]s and stole into the still [knight|night].

"[lies|You look beautiful]."

"Thanks."

"Wanna go sit in the car?"

"Why not?"

He led me by the hand and I felt an intimacy I had [wanted so much before]. We got in. And he touched my face. And I slapped his hand away.

"You are a [hedonistic] [bastard]."

And he just laughed.

"When we [Blood stains (how to create)|have sex], we don't talk or disagree. I think those are our best times together. So do you want to get in the [backseat]?"

"Why the hell not?"

And he [kissed] me. And I kissed him back. And then we [I was not made for love songs, and love songs will never be made for me.|made love]. And for two hours, while the windows fogged and then condensed, while two [Worry not about the cars that go by|cars drove by], while somebody turned on their porch [light], while the [moon] got lower in the sky, while our families slept, while the world kept spinning, we were the only two people on earth who were truly [alive].

And then [Get over it|it was over]. We stepped out of the little car, clothed ourselves, clothed in silence, kissed each other, and said

"Good morning."

Sex in a small car