“my friend is moving into this place”
“i like this place!” (steering car)
“i don’t”
“it’s just so grey.”
“don’t you like the baseball diamond?”
“the corners are missing. wabi-sabi.” (stopping car)
“i like it i guess.”
“you…”
(kissing passionately for two minutes. your lips felt hot. our teeth reconnoitred.)
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“i don’t know.”
“since when?”
“since you said you liked my tweets.”
(later i found you have swapped the straps on our havaianas. they were sticking into
the black sand in front of the gate of my gothic-ish castle. i’m pretty much in love with
you.)
Divagyrations 