Lip gloss Stories

Katie had told me not to think about the strange bathtub fantasy I had on my first day, but I couldn't help it. I kept returning to it, over and over, like someone worrying a bad tooth with their tongue. I couldn't seem to leave it alone. I realize now that she knew exactly what she was doing. Telling me not to think about it would have the exact opposite effect. It made me think about it even more. It was forbidden fruit...

There is a yellow paper origami bird that sits on my dashboard. It smells like the sun. Citrus with overtures of vanilla. I'm growing terse, this shows itself in light. Not how it pools and dimples, but how it shreds. And the "thisness" shows thin in all I have'nt read, all I still do not know, and all that I am or can ever hope to be. Equal parts of sun and shadow, eleven books combined...or infinity. Unlike calculus, th...