Yesterday we were lying in bed, entangled, and my belly gurgled. Or, actually, maybe it was your belly that gurgled. We really couldn’t tell whose belly had gurgled, and this made us laugh. It was a strange feeling not being able to locate this gurgle, either beneath or beyond my skin. As I rolled out of bed, away from you, it was not the gurgle but our laughter that stayed with me.
Teoma Naccarato & John MacCallum