angela sooner

she was beautiful, i'll give you that. and smelled like sea salts and sometimes, in winter, aspen trees and colorado air and walked like tides and the moon shining over seas.

everything she said was interesting.

shen she left it was cold out and her skin was sweaty from packing boxes (maybe i shoudl have helped her pack) and throwing away notes i'd given her that pledged my every blood and breath to her, my favorite 1973 issue of Creem magazine by accident i think, but oddly, i didn't mind that much.

i thinka bout her when it's cold out and i see neighbor ladies sweat soaked from packing and throwing out their boyfriends favorite issues of Creem or whatever periodicals they love. i see it more now than i used to.

how beautiful she looked, huffing angry in the cold and walking away.

2003-08-01 | 5:32 p.m.
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