a moment
it always feels like magic when it rains; the sky is cutting loose, sharing the sea with us, reminding us that this little flotsam of land is just a thin wedge between elements, and so full of liquid and air that it is barely land at all.
i'm at a café, and an interesting young woman just walked in. she wears a funny little red, white, and blue cap with the brim turned up like Daffy Duck's bill. super thin, she has a striped top that ends about halfway down her long torso, exposing two tattoos, a cartoon unicorn and a baby godzilla. she isn't classically pretty, but has a face like the unicorn on her body. a man asks her about the tattoos and she says her dad is the big godzilla and she's the little one, and that the unicorn is a character in every little girl's folder in elementary school.
i'm at a café, and an interesting young woman just walked in. she wears a funny little red, white, and blue cap with the brim turned up like Daffy Duck's bill. super thin, she has a striped top that ends about halfway down her long torso, exposing two tattoos, a cartoon unicorn and a baby godzilla. she isn't classically pretty, but has a face like the unicorn on her body. a man asks her about the tattoos and she says her dad is the big godzilla and she's the little one, and that the unicorn is a character in every little girl's folder in elementary school.