My Cardboard Balcony

Hugh Jackman by Belinda Roddie Wolverine, Wolverine claws down under blankets, stripping at the romance pages hidden under fluff. You, you, you want him in all his Australian glory, from the crazed hair to the musical timbre rattling your chest making you insane like a mutant in the membrane

Under the lights of the auditorium, I watched the two of them dance. They nuzzled their faces into each other's shoulders, red gown and red jacket. Peaceful. "What do you think of it?" scowled the dean beside me. "I think it's beautiful." I could hear her blink. "Excuse me?" "Just look at them!" I pointed at the swiveling couple. "A symbol of God's pure love." "Are you insane?" "No," I replied. "Are you?"