woke up with the relatable moments of her lips on mine. a swell sense of divine, same as the 9.45 sunshine. blanket on the floor. both of us intertwined in a white sheet that went under a bruise, over her thigh, over mine, down, under and all around. red hair flowing along all of that, and how to reach for a half glass of tannins without awaking the imagination at my side?
she resolved it herself. slid out of bed and walked in a nake
woke up with the relatable moments of her lips on mine. a swell sense of divine, same as the 9.45 sunshine. blanket on the floor. both of us intertwined in a white sheet that went under a bruise, over her thigh, over mine, down, under and all around. red hair flowing along all of that, and how to reach for a half glass of tannins without awaking the imagination at my side?
she resolved it herself. slid out of bed and walked in a naked bee line for the bathroom. i was left with the ceiling, fan, all the bulging bright that could fit though the shutters. had myself a glass. caught false eyelashes floating, flytrap.
she was back within two sips, kissed my mouth. fully dressed, somehow.
“you said some funny shit last night, Lucky,” she told me.
i gave her a smile, “that explains the laughter.”
“you feel free to tell this very story to someone else, someday,” she said.
once more with the mouth, leading to the door, and she closed it behind her with a sound that brought this room to completion. walls, windows. even the floor beneath the bed, where the cat spent its time breathing in a rise and fall.
outside, the sound of a saxophone. lone player, practicing on their way to a second line. couldn’t see them, so
what it came down to was just listening. thinking about thinking about last night for every last night, and day, and future sunrise until, maybe someday, i would finally say something funny, to someone else, once more.
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in print:
or for fucking free in digital
so long and thanks for all the pish.
notes from a never-was. 
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