why and wherefore |
Smaller than me; smaller than I remember.
Maybe the time of absence has altered the
perception of the physical?
In the car she takes of her shoes and
socks, her nails are painted.
White.
She leans in, rests head on shoulder.
Different smells, sweeter.
He touches her leg.
She holds his hand between her thighs.
They drive.
The night falls.
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