Well? Have you?
Tuesday January 13, 2009
I stayed in the kitchen till the coffee was done. It was warm and I didn’t want to go rooting around for my pants. Anyway my balls itched and the bathroom is back there past the main room where my bed is, so I stood there in my tiny kitchen and I scratched like a goddamn monkey. They were still a little matted. Damp, even. I’d been asleep only, what, one hour? Two?
She was sitting up in bed when I came back with the coffee, two cups. Rubbing the tangle of her hair. Hey, she said when I came in. Have you seen my panties anywhere?