When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

I'm always standing on the edge of something bad.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

Maybe relationships could have fractals, too. And maybe the sense of loss was when you're becoming a fractal of what you once were to each other.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.