Monday, August 13, 2018

August 13: Hot Outside

We fought a lot for people only 19 years old
What could we possibly have had to fight about?

This time we didn't fight 
We sat, I put my hand
on yours, it automatically flipped
over and grasped mine, I traced
the scars on the inside
of your arm. You pulled away.

"Come on, let's head back, it's fucking hot out here."
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4 comments:

  1. SabineAugust 13, 2018 at 3:37 AM

    I feel such a how-did-we-get-here sadness in this. And finality.

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  2. HelenAugust 13, 2018 at 5:39 PM

    19, so young... and the sadness seems amplified by the weather report.

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  3. SusanAugust 14, 2018 at 3:03 PM

    That automatic flip . . . we count on it.

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  4. MaliAugust 14, 2018 at 11:09 PM

    Yeah. What they all said.

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