I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

“Out of the sad sack of sad shit that was my life, I made a wordhouse.”

“To the daughters of Eve, that they may teach men that love is not lechery, nor …”

“This is something I know: damaged women? We don't think we deserve kindness. IN…”

“So yes I know how angry, or naive, or self-destructive, or messed up, or even d…”