silly sore throat and the long drive to the fair, staring out the back window of the truck at the horse trailer- all the kids in their parents cars pointing and their long faces as we accelerate to infinity. i remember the excitement of something live on that highway. i've been thinking i need something good in my life. i need pretty boys or sexy lingerie. i need a hand to move in mine, an undesireable face to study without thinking how to get this person into bed. i like it when my body hurts or when you hurt my body.