I could count the bodies, the kisses, the stolen glances, the cotton mouths, the goosebumps, the shivers, the articles of clothing--


But I don't remember much-- that is I've tried so hard to forget-- about those nights. It's working, it's working, it's working. Just don't dwell for too long.


I never liked the way those nights painted me: Confused, embarrassed, and on the verge of insane. I can remember that room and that bed and that couch.