Crusted dishes climb up out of the kitchen sink. There’s a pair of crumpled socks on the rug. He’s wearing ripped sweatpants.
She liked it when the story of her scar shocked her lovers, and makes a point of checking their skin for any scars to test them into telling her.
when i was young / i was taught / all good things start with / a doctor a lawyer / a pair of black nikes, a terrile burning lust
How do you know you’re a boozer? Well, you’re a fucking boozer if (There are a multitude of ifs. Prepare yourself, you poor young man):
I watch as we overtake an empty car-carrier, and see the jagged metal framework crashing into the windscreen, tearing into the carriage, into my flesh. Binary lanes, three metres distance, fractions of a second.