June 2012
25 posts
“At last I came and I tried to pull out, but again she said, “No, no,” and tugged at my ass so that I was deep within her, and I remember briefly floating up out of my body and looking down on us, as she bit my jaw—in the morning you could see the teeth marks—and I felt as extended as the sky, for a moment I thought I was dying. I saw the dogs wagging and the two of us inextricably tangled and the sea and the lights of the city and my landlady asleep in her bed beneath a quilt she had sewn herself and the young couple on their backs on either side of the narrow bed and the teenagers still dancing in the clubs below and the policemen smoking marijuana on the docks and the train that takes you north to Vina del Mar, sitting in the station by the sea, and the sailors asleep in their bunks and the bartender mopping his floor with the stools upside down on the bar where I had sat earlier that night listening to the conversations of the old men.”
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