This is life. Laying in bed, at some time when the sun is still asleep. Staring at the ceiling, Attempting to consider the heap.The assemblage of disarray. Life is the alley that Your mother told you ...

the layout of your body is like a map in brail that my fingers have memorized. I shut my eyes as tight as I can just to feel the different peaks and valleys of your back on my index finger. each regio...