Friday, May 27, 2011


in the winter, we put shiny tights on and hitched our skirts sky high. days would pass crossing and uncrossing legs, catching them taking a look. sighing as we wrote word after word after word and killed time until the late afternoon. piling on a bus east bound. siestas at a friend's house, couples spilling out to each empty corner, quietly exploring the ways in which sleep can be feigned while adventures take flight.

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