"there's more stars than sky"
When I left last night it felt like fall. We were stoned on the ledge of a cliff, lying down so that the cold wind passed above our bodies. Finding Orion, our matching freckles. Old music drifting across the water as if it had been traveling forty years to reach us. "When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you." There still aren't enough ghosts. I'm always losing something.