Her abdomen is a fleshy, mountain of cellulite, her umbilicus the pinnacle.
“Jesus. Is she ruptured?” I stare and can’t make heads of what I’m seeing.
Every year when February 14th rolls around, I search within for a real connection to the symbol of this over commercialized event we call Valentine’s Day. Sure it’s a nice gesture to send cards and love notes to our loved ones but that certainly doesn’t and shouldn’t limit us from doing…