we are starving. 

Her morning was a college of desire. Sounds bled through thin maple walls, nut stains travelling from the couples’ morning news show and banter to her half lit residence. ‘definitely’ the text read and they rolled over. She wondered if she would want that the same way she sucked on what fingers after hosting the successful fundraiser at a lofty home. She wondered if stature would fade impressive when it wasn’t cutting down cunts with paychecks and too-long looks. She had a feeling that with a little work she could drum up desire when necessary.