Pillow Talk by Saehee Cho
A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue.
She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence.
She can admit with ease, her delight that coincidence has favored their reunion.
It is a deep sound, a bellyish tone followed by a sharp jolt underneath her bed. Her body throws itself upwards, a sudden
Heavy lidded he mumbles something incoherent, lets the words wilt before exiting the mouth and remembers nothing in
She leans into it. The wonder of geological rub, the pulled meaning of their bodies in sway.
Bony legs, she has never seen in light. She can only feel the appearance of him, the color of his hair, a milky brown.
Her head goes light into sleep as she considers skipped parts.
It isn’t with distaste when she observes his face, tumbled.
He slides under covers, foggy eyed. Lit skin and something growing dense in his center.
He rises from a far gone sleep only to kiss her, not necessarily sweetly so much as compulsively and she wonders if this