i can hardly keep track of the sunlight, it seems, and summer's left without saying goodbye. at least i've got scarves to play with. nothing of substance lately, just random bits about these strange, strange days..



and in the darkness behind my heavy lids i am distracted by everything impossible i could be melting into. sensations on my skin blur together and i'm unsure if it is my back or my breast. my neck or my thigh. and even though the sun fights through drawn curtains, my nocturnal mind is hard at work in this comfortable darkness i've created for myself.

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remember remember, the first of december: the day i woke up in a sweat
you poured and you sipped, but the wrong one: it slipped
gave you that sweet morning strong whiskey breath