Debut Flash: 'Conspiracy during Marriage ' by Judith Lysaker

I suspect our molecules exchange confidences during the night. They are in cahoots, by which I mean they refuse to respect the skin's natural boundary and instead capitalize on its permeability; atoms going here and there.

Sometimes it worries me that I am rearranged regularly by the secret motion of molecules hell-bent on making something of us, filling out our meanings, and forging the subatomic shape of tenderness under the sheets.