after a rush of IM pings feels or a crashing wave, after dELiA*s hand-me-downs, after watching Holes on vacation
what's in a name? distressed femme + the combination of Claire's & a haunted house + throwing your body of silk & denim in water because it's pretty or so you're told + the stash of la croix in your closet + asking anything in the mirror or kissing the reflection + pinging me on AIM, once your parents got off the phone, to diss on Holes & why would his name be Stanley Yelnats four times over & why couldn't we have that? curse & blank slate. dirt blurring, baited with old rain. we both know it was luck & convenience, things that aren't even close to an offering. it's so easy to sink in mud pixelating in dark when that's all we have. & all we'll ever have when time warps & pickles in the rising sun.
