thinking about "quincy martin. philosophy major. the first time they kissed me, they cupped my face in their hands. gently, like i was something they thought could break. like a nestling they peeled off the ground. i didnt understand why. and then i discovered quincys body and mine fit. we moved in together in a summer so hot it felt like we stuck, kissing until we could melt slowly into the others skin. quincy makes breakfasts and i make dinners. i wake up earlier on tuesdays to pack them a lunch. we sleep with my head on his chest. and then i understood. if quincy is warm and precious and fragile, i am all these things as well. we are the twin chambers of a minnows heart. the first time they kissed me, it was easy. like unlocking a new part of my mind. like they'd been there all along." i might be sick
