Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Fatten Me Up
I lay my head in her lap as Katie scrolls through her phone. She looks down and then pokes the rise of protruding ribs underneath my t-shirt (my chest is shaped much like my grandfather’s and the bottom of my ribcage sticks out a bit).
“I have muscles elsewhere,” I say.
“You just have to eat a stick of butter before bed,” she says playfully.