Love is prenuptial
DERRICK MERDY·MONDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 2015
Sometimes I would push her outside the covers and wrap myself up in them, trying to be alone. I could smell those other men on you right now. She would whimper, and the sound came from deep inside. The darkness of the room was like a grave, and the coldness outside was that of the netherworld. We lay in limbo on the borderline of the human world, without past or future, without thought. We were two living people who already died, or two dead people who were still alive, unconscious. We lay in the Now, and in the feelings that wrapped around us.
