As if the tender body is. As if the will is tender.
And like any creature that has its hood up, you
take a photo of yourself in front of a window, rain
so dark, the day/perspective so desired. You are so
desperate for beautiful adventure, the lights shut off
and the sweat of some hot stranger in your mouth. As if
to say “before” is to enter a house filled with teenagers
piled on top of each other. Did I tell you that it’s raining? read more »