![]() ![]() Same as the last note of our last song, and I held it like a stranger was pleasuring me on a nonexistent piano. The song didn’t have words, but I knew them well, and as the strange man with his head between my legs licked me, I sang harder and harder until I woke up with an arched back and soaked sheets, hanging on to a middle C for dear life. ![]() Customers drank their thirty-dollar drinks and watched as I sang. My knees were spread further apart than physically possible. The fact that the real hotel didn’t have a piano on the roof notwithstanding, I was on it and naked from the waist down, propped on my elbows. I was on top of a grand piano on the rooftop bar of Hotel K. ![]() Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidentalĪt the height of singing the last note, when my lungs were still full and I was switching from pure physical power to emotiona l thrust, I was blindsided by last night’s dream. ![]() Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited. This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. ![]()
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