[23 Dec 2009|08:59pm] save [ music | smog, renee died 1:45. ] (The Now and the Now.) Maybe if you can match your heartbeat to mine, we can reach the same place, clogged with fog and frost, where we can sleep it off. This could be the way we get even with one another, finally, the way we bury one another in the crust or in the sea or in the dizzy space between the sun and me. I thought there was something else you needed to tell me, some hint. I promise you my bag of jewelery, the length of wet neck, the open hand and the little bones that stretch it. Tell me. I know there was something else. post comment

Elephant Woman. [21 Dec 2009|12:05am] save Your hand fell over my thigh, was hot and wet and nervous, and around us it was so dark I briefly convinced myself that crawling up my spine was something, something, something, and not just the cloudy, stinging sensation of waking up from a dream. 24 comments|post comment

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