29 October 2007

california postscript

at first: hesitancy: “what are you doing tonight?” three times I said no.
then: frantic: nights on the town, restaurants with rectangular plates and bottles of fancy champagne. he kissed my neck and said pleaseplease: no. my intuition said. no.
we came to rest, subtle, settle, long nights horizontal and afternoon kisses. I gave in with delight: enthusiasm.
then: I put on my thrift store slip under my kimono, painted my toes red (like us: the town) waiting for him. he never came. he still hasn’t come.
he: drives a fast car. i’m back in paris in two months. he tossed me before the expiration date. still haven’t learned to trust my instincts.


10 October 2007

weather

you
murky_storm_cloud

moving along
but never getting any sunnier

beaten#eaten#trambled#andhard
a bad egg

r
a
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n
over other pastures

you're cramping my style.

07 October 2007

moi, ce que j'adore...

he has blond curls that wrap around my fingers

i'm enamored with a man from california. and for once i find it difficult to write it out.