Excerpts from 95% Naked
Who knew that people could talk to bees and expect to be heard?
At my eye level, not twelve inches away was her mons venus, russet in color — my Jerusalem on the Hill.
But his comment about her pretty face? What was that about?
… his hands grasp my throat as if attacking. I respond quickly.
He didn’t want her to date the goyem. Never mind the Nazis.
“I want to hold you, love you,” I replied in a tone that changed quickly from confident to pleading.
— It Is Lovely, No? by Kathleen DePuydt
At first I was hurt because I have a deep hole that I drop into sometimes, where nobody loves me.
I routinely smack myself out there like a tether ball to let the universe know I’m available.
“Men need to know that women dread coming here.”
“You can hide from the world,” he bellows, “but only so long.”
© 2010, Daniel Coshnear
