“It wasn’t beautiful. A Winter wedding is a union of elation and depression, red velvet blankets in a cheap motel room stained with semen from sex devoid of meaning, and black mold clinging to the fringe of floral shower curtains like a heap of dead forevers. You sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share
“Perhaps you’re fascinated by the contours of my cheeks with skin like bed sheets that hide all of the complexities of what’s underneath, and present an image of simplicity (that is easier to digest than skipping heart beats for hairy legs). I wonder if these next six nights of not having to feel so alone will make you wondrous in… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share
“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy, but I’ll… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
