Hello From The Gutter
The taste of her made me blind to sound, deaf to touch, and numb to sight.
“Can I watch?” She looked at me with the same resigned look I’d grown accustomed to. Resigned, but with a loving smile behind it. “Babe…no.” I watched her slide off the couch, take the ten steps across the hardwood floor, then head into the hallway. I counted her steps—one, two, three…a hesitant four, then five—until I heard the bathroom door open, then click closed behind her. Finally, the flick of the lock. I held my br...
