61 Frames Per Second by John Constantine Today in Nerve's videogame blog: Street Fighter. The movie. A new one. With that chick from that Superman show. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!
The Remote Island by Bryan Christian Mad Men's January Jones struts her stuff in Vanity Fair. Plus: Damages returns, the latest Gossip Girl guest star and Donna Martin capitulates.
I have memorized the coastline
of your key, fingering it
in my pocket all morning.
One chink reminds me of the gap
in your teeth. Another, the space
between your first two toes.
This whole jagged ridge could be
your heartbeat on an EKG.
Lunch hour, I drive over,
slip it in your door,
sit in your closet, smell
your clothes, unbuckle,
run your silk between my legs,
lie on sheets we melted on
the night before, when you reached down
and whispered, This belongs to me.
