baby why are you so mad at me? speak to me babe! you know how much you mean to me, it was just a joke, you are beautiful just the way you are! I can sense his guilt rising up and equally so, his sordid attempts to plaster my wounds with all kinds of endearments in the world. I ask him to turn the ac off, I need some air - it is suffocating, this compact soreness of our moods and a lofty silence that seems nothing more than a dry ocean I am struggling to keep my head above. I held him accountable for butchering the night into minute pieces. He placed his tender hand on my cold thighs while his tensed eyes lay fixed on the road ahead.
