Monday, May 23, 2011

Salen 11




His father played this song and I looked at his face, auditing it with every small area on the surface on my own face, all of it receiving information. The family stayed away from me and this was for the best. I had his mouth inside mine. I had his hair in my eyes. I was wild, saw one audience with his mother but couldn’t tell them how special he’d been to me, what we had said to one another in the long winding dark.
 

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