Saturday, Jul. 06, 2002 | 1:06 a.m.

when he wants to know why i ask silly questions. i smile and say. because i like to hear the silly answers.

his tattoo is pretty. and while i'm staring at it i beg him to write me another story. he says i'm working on it and i laugh. because he's sitting on the counter. like he's somethin else.

there's a perfectness inside you.

and that's all.