August 25, 2003
Ask me how I am. Look at my face, stare into my eyes, put your lips on mine and feel desire pulsing. Ask me how I am. Slip under the covers and wrap your arms around my chest. Put your palm over my heart and notice how quickly it beats at your touch. Ask me how I am. Trace your finger over my scar, feel the soft new skin, find how close the bone is to the surface. Ask me how I am. Wipe the tear from my cheek when I realize you aren't real. Ask me how I am.