“In Lust on a Wednesday” Jesus Christ, have you seen yourself? I didn't know I cared about height until I met you, skyscraping through the house reaching ceiling corners to catch bugs and put them outside instead of killing them. The way your brown, silky hair tumbles its slight curls into your face, your ice-blue eyes sometimes completely hidden. Speaking of your eyes - what the fuck? I could stare at them all day. I could stare at you all day. “Long Night” The night my cat didn't die, I remember her there so clearly. her green-yellow spill on the carpet soaked-in and foaming angrily. I remember crying, holding her, begging whatever version of her could hear me to hang on. And you were there to comfort me during one of my longest nights. You kissed my forehead, told me things would be better in the morning, and they were. "Version Two" My love for you is like space debris - difficult to account for (there a...