Eve likes to molest me when I'm sleeping. No. Eve likes to molest me when I'm pretending to be sleeping. No. Eve likes to molest me when I'm sleeping but she knows that I'm pretending to be sleeping but she also pretends that she doesn't know that I'm pretending to be sleeping.
//
Eve gropes me at dawn as I nest naked under the deer hide blanket. Eve is kissing me. Eve tastes like beer: sour and sloppy. Kissing Eve is like sucking the rim of a jar: cool, glassy, and difficult to chew. I'm careless so I let her put her fingers inside me. I can't predict which hole she aims for so sometimes I shit my bed, and then I'll wake up in my excretion. Eve has never washed my sheets for me.
//
Someone is taking a shower in the cabin when I come back from hunting, carrying a lot of carcasses. I always kill more than I can eat. I need to take a piss and so I let myself in. I find Eve washing in my bathroom. I stare at her as I pee, curious. Eve is older now, fatter even. There are wrinkles all over her body, and I want to bite her round belly. I do not flush the toilet. I decide that Eve can have it.
//
If I were a flavor I would be strawberry, because I'm sweet and funny. If Eve were a flavor she would be ditch, because Eve is gluey, stinking, and full of rubbish.
//
We fall into my bathtub. It's a pathetic bathtub, very tiny. Our limbs tangle. I imagine us piling into a mixer as ingredients. And if someone presses the button, we'll be beaten together. We'll be new. Fresh. Involved. Juice and meat. Isn't this what you've wanted, Eve?
//
I'm so wound up that I begin to grind and hump against Eve. I don't know which body part it is but it feels hard and hurts my pubic bone. Eve pokes her fingers into my mouth, scraping, spreading, as if she wants to rip my face open. Then she pulls my teeth with a plier. One two three. один два три. Where did you get such thing, Eve? Baby teeth, praises Eve. I'm drooling and floating when she says it.
//
Eve wrestles me on the floor like I'm a rubber band to twist. Fuck you, Eve. Why are you being like this? I love you being like this. Eve is inconvenient and a meanie. I'll never go anywhere because of Eve. I'll stay in the cabin forever for Eve. I start counting sheep, but Eve cuts me off. She keeps tickling the sockets in my mouth with her tongue. Now I have to start all over again.