this shit makes me look pretty
ugly
She tossed her long wild hair back and wiggled her shoulders; “I never want to die” she announced. Her eyes, sparkling darkly under strong black eyebrows, widened convincingly. “I love living. I want to go to
there is nothing as delicious as conversation
something about the Pyramids? and Consciousness and fashion energy triangles octahedrons
(all I know is about three moles on a foot, the authors foot, a foot I measured out and couldn’t fit)
but then I was distracted by gigantic red satin ass that flounced into my field of vision, swaying and rustling etching itself into the black of my eyelids
Then you remember you aren’t ever
where you think you are
or where you thought you were
or would be
because
panta rhei
it flows and swirls and lifts you into its eddies and whirlpools
I thought you should know that I know about the tornado that you used to destroy me
and you can swim
who doesn’t know how to swim, besides you’re shaped like a swimmer
or we can float
our legs do intertwine; we meet now
and I leave
with my insides quivering and your anger trickling down my back
the gentlest man I ever met,
his wet nose and warm tongue rasping my hand?
