I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation.
David Levithanaloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: โWhat are you thinking?โ It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.
David Levithan