You’ve got something right there,” she says, and leans in close. “Can I get it or would that be gross?”
She runs her fingers across my forehead and squeezes the pink skin until it turns red.
“There’s another one here, just off to the side!” She lifts up the hair I combed there to hide.
She pauses and keeps her hands in place and looks down to me, to see if I make a face.
She goes in for the kill, and asks “does it hurt?” “I’ve got more,” I say and I unbuttoned my shirt.
Fingernails pick, prick and prune and cover me in a sea of red crescent moons.
It didn’t seem strange when she said “let me see” and that’s the strange thing about intimacy.
Her eyes all lit up, she didn’t know where to begin. I stared at her face as she studied my skin.
“Lay down on your stomach,” she softly demands and sits on top of me, hind-end-to-end.
She takes a deep breath and gets down to work while I bite the pillow and try not to jerk.
She’s as focused as if working on a crossword; getting stuck, moving on and doubling back to the deferred.
“That was a good one!” she said, already moving on to the next. “Keep going?” she asked, not stopping to check.
Putting 2 thumbs together, she pushed down and pressed. I hate all of my scars, but I hate this one best.
Moody and moving, Good Good Blood’s “Son of a Gun” has a richness and breadth that belies its home-recording roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2017
Trippy psych-pop from the Madrid-based artist Yani Martinelli, available on a cassette that comes with “a small surprise.” Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2019