Endomarcha
Sunshine & breeze. I don't remember the last time I woke up in my bed without a place to be or a person to meet, or an overdue job to process. You mean I can luxuriate in the easy gratification of washing dishes? Shampoo twice? Lick sediment off the bottom of my coffee mug simply for the taste of it? Post something on da Eljay?
Tits!
(That was for you, roommate.)
Days like today make me squirrely with sensations from last spring. New faces, new smells, new stimulation. Shoots with Andrew, the first roommate camping trip, the horse race, the friendliness of 20th street outside my open window, sun on my pillow from 7am to 7pm, the soft grain taste of beer in a can, the compelling company of whiskey drinkers, the easy quirkiness of Midwesternern humor.
Tits!
(That was for you, roommate.)
Days like today make me squirrely with sensations from last spring. New faces, new smells, new stimulation. Shoots with Andrew, the first roommate camping trip, the horse race, the friendliness of 20th street outside my open window, sun on my pillow from 7am to 7pm, the soft grain taste of beer in a can, the compelling company of whiskey drinkers, the easy quirkiness of Midwesternern humor.