Friday, August 23, 2013


Hardwood floors and flimsy fabric. I lie here so long, one leg tucked under the other, that when I stretch and turn and lean to touch a foot to the ground there is nothing. And I have not the courage to leave. What is this day, the weight of it, the magenta hue? The shivering starkness, the realization that there is nothing else.

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