Quicker than blinking, he could slip his skin. At work he was David, out and about Dave.
In the bedroom, Davey.
Each morning, when we awoke, he was a brand-new person.
That I knew wasn’t news to him; he just presumed that I was used to being used.
Being at the beginning once again.
“Twenty-six letters rearranged then placed upon a page never ceases to amaze.” – the writer