Let’s get naked, baby, and talk about what we want to do to each other. Tell me about your body parts. Tell me about how your body parts fit with mine. Tell me what feels good. Press into me. Kiss me. Kiss me like your life depends on it. Who knows? Maybe it actually does.

Disappear me into you and lose yourself a bit with me. I think you and I could do that together—if we haven’t already, that is. Sit with me at the bar while a thin woman with a full voice sings about love and love-adjacent topics.

Let’s feel lucky to be alive. We are fortunate to be one another’s fortune cookie. Break me. Eat me. Everything is going to be okay. That’s what the Cassie Cookie says to you. I know it’s true, even if I sometimes pretend I don’t. What does the Craig Cookie say? I have some guesses, but I think it’d be more fun if you cracked yourself open and told me while I ate you up.