I have a weakness for extremes.
for tall, bald girls who smoke cigarettes and preach ethics.
for that growl in your voice.
for fat, hairy men who practice science and believe in God.
for the way you use your tongue.
for people who speak tenderly pull my hair too hard.

I have a habit of finding forgiveness in sweat stained sheets.
I have this glass jar. I whisper your name into it when the moon is full.
I have always wanted to smash it into shards.