I'm staring at a goddess.
She's telling me she loves me.
I'm not gonna waste one more second
wondering how I've gotten so lucky.
Goddess.
She smells
like angels ought to smell.
Goldie.
She says her name is Goldie.
The goddess Goldie.
She says her name is Goldie.
I want you.
Three hours later and my head's feeling several
sizes too big and that cold thing happens
to my stomach.
I realize Goldie's dead.
