Tuesday, November 16, 2010

from my firstest novel.

We brought my laptop into our bed and watched episodes of documentaries on people with hoarding disorders, laughing at every dead cat found beneath piles of garbage and adult diapers. We had sex in between the episodes, sometimes pausing to kiss one another sloppily, like very tan actors do in porn. Alan slipped into un-wakeable sleep around two a.m. and I painted until the sun came up.