I’m insecure the person writing the words isn’t as fascinating as the words themselves, but that’s why they make gin and grainy filters and old denim in thrift shops and black ink to tattoo my off-white skin… and if all else fails I can always kiss your neck and nibble on your ears while we down two or three bottles of this rose with a name I can’t pronounce. That’ll make me fascinating, at least for a night.
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. One day these one-minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.