Flaw Salad

I wrote you a pop song! Sure to be a billboard hit. — SPICE OF YOUR LOVE Cardamom, ginger, rosemary, and sage Got nothin’ for me I ain’t turnin’ the page No recipe quite like The taste of your lips How do I cook up The feel of your hips? No ingredient list could ever… — read more

We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands. – Gustave Flaubert You finally let me close, and I wish you hadn’t. Or I’m glad you did. My hands are covered in your spell, your magic, your charm. I see the residue of dignity and power. A glint of depth and… — read more

It’s funny how emotions wriggle their way into your gut, how they gnaw at your insides and pound on your chest. They make you ache, like sick, like fever. They swim in your blood and course through your veins. They stand on your skin, in raised bumps and upright little hairs. They come up your… — read more

I’ll pull you off the shelf. No other men will touch you. You’ll be here for me, only me, when I want you, when I need you. No, I won’t carry you with me. You can’t ask me to carry you. That’s too much. No, I’ll just leave you here. You can stay here standing,… — read more