skeleton

What day is it? Where am I? I swear I just spent a week in bed with you, I swear we just slept for two days on and off while people banged on the door. Last night (was it last night?) I poked my head out, I ventured out into the living room still mostly asleep and stupid with the comfort of being with your body, and this woman descended upon me.

Me: (Poking my head into the dining room)
Cori, at this point a complete stranger to me: OH my GOD, look at YOU!
Me: Huh?
Cori: Look at you, how cute are you! How ooold are you?!
Me: 20?
Cori: YOU LOOK SO YOUNG!
Me: It's part of my appeal
Cori: And you're so cute! (Hugging me and squeezing me, seemingly from all directions at once)
Me: Mff, grrff, schmff!
(At this point Cori actually lifts me off the ground and swings me around a little bit)
Me: Schmuff! Puttmedown

I've been wearing these black jeans and white dress shirt for ages and I smell like hell and my lips are red as fever. I am a giant succulent rose that has begun to decompose and has sticky, dense spots, the colors and smells of disease, cum, flowers on a compost heap. I have the brief urge to have a zipper tattooed down my front. I want to show that flesh is temporary, that wanting is a knife that separates the flesh from the skeleton, and leaves me naked as bones on your bed, after we have consumed all the parts.