Martin Creed, FEELINGS (2004)

My partner and I, who have been doing the non monogamous thing for a while now, had a long conversation about a few of the dates he had been on. “I love you,” I told him, crawling into his lap. I whispered it again, when I got close to him. I was hoping he would have a good story to tell me.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a sudden kiss. “I’ve never loved anyone like this,” he replied, which he has told me before. His voice was shaking. We’re both young. In our twenties. It’s our first time with this kind of love. A better kind that I didn’t think I was capable or deserving of. Wrestling with that crocodile of feeling. He’s one of the most sensitive people I know.


Fette Sans, Untitled, 2014.

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

Frank O’Hara, from Steps, in Lunch Poems, 1964. Via.