He lends her his comb
by Michael J Pagan
e loved—or so he thought—the idea of it;
thinking: how young was I when I first learned how to hide? As she
leaned—preferring always to kneel upside-down, or right-side up depending on
whose perspective was right at that particular moment—both her knees just
above the crown of his head, both hands cleft by the breadth of his bare
abdomen, as her hair dripped over him. ...READ MORE