Sex Twins

“Put everything on it,” I said. “I want the greenest lawn in all the world. I want people to look at it and think Helen lives here.”

When someone you’ve had sex with hundreds of times compares you to a flimsy, transparent mechanism made for stopping insects, you have to examine yourself.

I remember when I came to visit for the Spring Festival, all those strangers around us, dancing and suffocating me with their sweltering bodies, and the subsequent fever that lasted into my final day.