Rise time: 6.58. Unheard of
dreams of feet. his were immediately recognizable: handsome feet, with an unusually large big toe that dug into the tops of his shoes so that that was the part that wore away the quickest. outside, in the summer, on the asphalt of the parking lot behind my old apartment, flipping through a magazine, coming across a picture of two pairs of feet, close to each other but not touching mine and his, with a puddle reflecting unbelievable amounts of sunlight. cut off at the calves, his left heel closest to the camera. my feet a little behind his, pointing toward it. we could be embracing, or we could be having a tet-a-tet. we could be negotiating, as we are now. there's a closeness to them, this picture, a lack of guardedness that's not there; we're usually candid, and always guarded.
