“Naked Mr. America, burning frantic with self bone love, screams out: "My asshole confounds the Louvre! I fart ambrosia and shit pure gold turds! My cock spurts soft diamonds in the morning sunlight!”
“This party is turning out to be the turd-encrusted cherry on the top of my shit-shake of a day.”
“They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and arms and told me to think of my lungs as balloons.I just want to feel safe, I said.”
“You know I love to spend my mornings, like sunlight dancing on your skin”
“That look will get you diamonds, baby,” he said, “but not my cock pierced.”
“I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.”