I listen to my body. When it wants salty greasy dead animal, I quench its desire. When it yearns for chlorophillic greenery, I munch. When it requires unadulterated raw Peruvian cacao, I acquiesce, for it is my vessel.
I can’t always hear what it wants. Anyway, I rarely listen. If I had, today I’d know it wanted vegetation.
Lara arrived with a box and a smile, and gave me both.
The cardboard was light in my hands. My brow furrowed, my palms itched. I opened it, peered inside, and tumbled for the uncountableth time completely in love with this woman.