Baby, I love how you have a dead scorpion on your pillow it’s my favorite thing about you I like to watch it decompose together rotting claws stinger mush exoskeleton odors once formidable killer of small insects now shrinking into a sheet stain right where your head’s supposta sleep I admire your half-smile as pincersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Love: “Your Dead Scorpion””