Take Me

Look at those legs, I thought; those thick hairy legs, with the hair darting down the insides from his pubis.

          ‘My, you’re hairy,’ I said.

          ‘Yes,’ he said: ‘the legs are hairy.’

          The legs? I thought.

          ‘What do you mean ‘the legs’?’

          ‘Well,’ he said, ‘they’re not mine: I don’t own them; you see, I am a being not complete unto myself; I am not self-contained. You see, I am in here (he points to his head), and I am everywhere, and yet nowhere. Do you understand?’

          Not really, I thought; and I opened my mouth and went down to suck on the thick fleshy thing that was not his, and I was not there.