Absolutely slick with devotion

There are a lot of women inside of me, and I am in the process of showing you how they love. Each bombastic, beating heart. All of the bloody knuckles, soft tongues, wicked fingers. And Jesus, have you met the one who lifts you up every single time you try and fall? Have you even put your hand up across the bar and called her over to you—the one who knows things before you do? She is sitting in a suburban kitchen, and she is not in a book club. She is about to take you apart.