Recess Reading The Story of O and I close the book, still smoking ‘cause it’s too hot and grey and wet out not to smoke – so wet drops of water like sky-sweat occasionally blop down on the paper. And I think about Tim at my house and his mouth biting mine and his hands and the softness of his sluffly hair and how his eyelashes kink at the end and sometimes it all feels very far away, is that really me, with the boyfriend who wakes to hold me, rubs the backs of my knees when I can’t sleep. Apparently ‘sepia’ is not an acceptable word. Dead roosters and near sexual images with the mother—I think that’s kind of strange—what is the psychology—what is the fear—it’s overwhelming to a mind that’s completely open—how do we survive those incidences?  ¶ 5:27 AM