.
//you've got to stay active.
she says, with eyes deeper than my own bronchitis voice .
shadowy in the way she stirs her cup
stepping over ice cubes with careful tiptoes of her
w r i s t.
she, there
[like light raking across the sides of pictureframes along the
hallway]
the edge of her jawline drips into my ______ mug
steeped into dark
truth is i don't drink much coffee
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
.
//you've got to stay active.
she says, with eyes deeper than my own bronchitis voice .
shadowy in the way she stirs her cup
stepping over ice cubes with careful tiptoes of her
w r i s t.
she, there
[like light raking across the sides of pictureframes along the
hallway]
the edge of her jawline drips into my ______ mug
steeped into dark
truth is i don't drink much coffee
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