Last night I didn’t sleep for a solid eight hours. No, it melted a little. Damn global warming.

I was nervous. Like an ice cube, I just froze up. Then I melted in some strange guy’s drink.

We made love like I make grilled cheese sandwiches. I had no idea what I was doing, but she melted into me all the same.

I walk like a guitar being strummed, and I love like cheese being forced through a grater. I like my nachos covered in melted music.

I hear that melting-pot stuff a lot, and all I can say is that we haven’t melted.