Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda 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.