I am kissing her deeply on the mouth under the water like I always do. Yet sometimes when the grip of the lips let go water begin to fill us. For me I don’t know why I cannot figure out whence I feel drowned, for I am rowing lonely up there on the surface. Breathing deeply I wonder.
Oryx and Crake
Contemplation, introspection, and monologues…
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