It's from the happy days, when we were comfortable with each other's naked bodies in the morning-after light. Primping was optional. Every night going to bed, I'd giggle as he took off his pants. Kneeling on the bed, I'd pull him to me - and pick the lint out of his belly button. We'd laugh every time, fascinated that I found some - again! I committed to making a giant lint ball - just like Pee Wee Herman's tinfoil ball - using only his belly button lint. Then his depression set in. -F.M. Click the submissions tab to tell your life in pieces |
