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I've been seeing more coincidences, or maybe getting more paranoid. I seem to be rewarded for every right choice I make, or I believe I do. Getting lucky with counting cops, like counting cards but about knowing when to speed. Trying to fit into all sorts of patterns.
Girl on the rings, bare midriff tensed, hand-standing upside down. Her and I almost alone on the dark beach, catching sight of the shadows and outline of her face. Her positions were effortless, and she slid around those rings like a snake. In the dark, the miniscule blackness of her pupils was impossible to see, but struck my eyes like pinpricks. It felt like a Hunter Thompson novel. Working out with her was an exchange of breath that was physical, proportional. I imagined the texture of her skin, the flutter of her stomach as I smoothed out her ribbonlike contours. I was going to say something about Broadway Gymnastics, in Venice. The reason I didn't is that she appeared to be in one of those pre-performance rituals, stamping and spreading the sand around her feet. It occurred to me a second later that maybe I would have been a performance enhancer. It's just as well, neither she nor I could have been more perfect than the images of that moment, and we could not have been closer.
Girl on the rings, bare midriff tensed, hand-standing upside down. Her and I almost alone on the dark beach, catching sight of the shadows and outline of her face. Her positions were effortless, and she slid around those rings like a snake. In the dark, the miniscule blackness of her pupils was impossible to see, but struck my eyes like pinpricks. It felt like a Hunter Thompson novel. Working out with her was an exchange of breath that was physical, proportional. I imagined the texture of her skin, the flutter of her stomach as I smoothed out her ribbonlike contours. I was going to say something about Broadway Gymnastics, in Venice. The reason I didn't is that she appeared to be in one of those pre-performance rituals, stamping and spreading the sand around her feet. It occurred to me a second later that maybe I would have been a performance enhancer. It's just as well, neither she nor I could have been more perfect than the images of that moment, and we could not have been closer.