confessions

Ouch

Stroking my wet hair with shampoo, I felt a rush of pain, finding the bruise where’d I’d bumped against my headboard, while hunched over, tweezing body hairs on the phone with you, laughing. I tried to play it cool so you wouldn’t notice the discomfort in my voice, masked by convulsions of laughter. I didn’t know how to explain.

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