"This may be my sugar rush speaking from the freeze pop i sucked whole from between your thighs this morning, but i reckon we've been living together for thirty-three billion years now and still at least once a day, once an hour, i catch a pirouette in your speech or a tiny fold in the soft of your body that pulls me out of whatever i'm doing like the sight of a flying cow. And I have long accepted the idea that this is not love as movies and books discuss, that our relationship is more like one of those cosmic arrangements, a sun and moon thing for the benefit of Terran civilizations so they have something to set their calendars to."
(Notes from Heaven Park, ca. 2019)