read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

May 10, 2013
It's not everyone's face that can live up to scrutiny at such close range, but here she is, sitting at her desk in the dark, gazing at her monitor, zoomed in on his face, wishing she were tiny enough to take up residence in one of his pores on his cheek. She is imagining herself sitting in one if it were a window seat, or a fire escape, like Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" singing a wistful, melancholy song. She wonders if his pore could accommodate a tiny ukulele and if the acoustics would lend themselves to gentle reverberation.