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I scribed the alphabet twice on your glistening tablet with my oral pen. Upper case Q was your favorite letter.

Your foot caressed me the whole time.

I slurped behind your knee on accident and we both laughed.

Our sweaty skin farts as we come together and separate, again and again.

Your nails connect the black ink lines on my back with new red lines. Afterwards it feels like sunburn.

My silhouetted cats observe it all, in silence, from the doorway.

The olive oil spills.