I’ve always been a shy little bunny or maybe I’m better as a fox. White breast, face flushed. How old is she? She seems old (er) than me. She uses words like visceral in conversation. She’s naked and doesn’t seem to mind. Is embarrassed and doesn’t care. Is that what getting older is?
I’ve been afraid of my voice, of hearing it aloud. It’s like watching someone have sex when you shouldn’t be there. The twist of bodies, moans and words or no sound at all but a rustling. It’s so intimate and they don’t care. I can’t look away.

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