Thursday, June 6, 2013


     She is 2.5 years old and the most devastating moment in her life was when she learned she can't put interesting things like cold metal beads into her mouth. Her mother is a Turkish slut.
     There was one day when her father held her to his neck, and with his hand on her mother's neck, said, are you mine? The mother in a stupid love haze remembered so many moments of love making when she wouldn't answer him, shed a tear and said yes. That was the beginning of the end.


She doesn't like suspense.
She was never a pretender. When she was a little girl, she never did the acting thing where she pretends to be older.
Her friendship lingers there without regard to time. Like her conversation. Like she is immortal.
When we have sex I am a tourist.