Sep 10, 2008 18:33
I ask
around the 1k mark
if they're really living together.
"Well, we are,"
Jensen says,
muscles in bare legs
flexing under short
short
shorts.
"But we're imaginary."
Out in front
Jared runs backwards,
a dribble of sweat tracing the definition
delineation
of his abs.
Says,
"I was wondering about that.
You could imagine us doing
anything.
Why are we running?"
poetry,
running