Love, an index, the excerpts.
Ache, broken things healing: bones, disappointments. Anger, (…) there are other ways of telling the story of our two angers, entwined like bodies in the act of love. But in this one I am not a villain. Bollywood, where love is an exuberant fantasy of song, where a story stops before it ends. Compromise, I will get up early with you so long as you’ve made coffee. Coquette, you called...