Tag: roller derby powerslut

– as I sit on the floor in a slinky pink dressing gown your soft syllables gliding off the receiver, the phone becomes my body I feel utterly … grainy. I pull back my pink brocade collar to reveal a pale neck that smells of coffee lavender and funk. A pulse as elusive as you. Hint of freckled shoulder softened daily with calendula and honey. I want to live in a cheap hotel with cigarette burns in my clothing.