dry_erase_board suzie G She knocked me off the fridge and I lay on the ground trembling at her touch so infrequent and casual; it's only once a month or so now that I feel her caress. She needs me, to an extent but it is only a fraction of my need for her; my very existance is maintained only at her casual wim. Every atom in me screams for her to knock me to the floor again if only to feel her skin for that brief second. 041018 what's it to you? who go blather from