We finished all the wine tonight
Heads feeling light
The room goes still
Our secrets spill
Confessing smoldering desire
Bodies on fire
Hands are soaring
Now we’re roaring
Breath hitching, bodies collide
Nothing denied
Mouths everywhere
Moans flood the air
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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