An introspective tribute to Alanis Morissette’s musical masterpiece.
Author: Sipora West
Celia closed her eyes, anticipating a magnetic moment, a magnificent chemical reaction. The way Lucy described kissing men. It’s not that Celia hadn’t kissed men before -she had kissed quite a few. But she never felt fireworks go off in her gut the way Lucy promised she would feel, so Celia always hoped that the next boy she kissed would be the one. The next boy she kissed would be the one who made her feel like Lucy felt; the kaleidoscopic energy in Lucy’s soft stomach, the involuntary arch of Lucy’s back when she craved more intimacy, and the ticklish trace of Lucy’s fingers along the back of her lover.
The cedar-coloured bed belongs against the northern wall. The bed is low, so a strip of white paint is visible between the bamboo mattress and the double windows. Upon examination, one may notice tiny pinpricks dotting the wall, proof of nails once wedged there.
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