All the pretty girls wear dresses in the summer— round, white shoulders. A small, blue scarf tied just so. But even in your infinite beauty, how could you leave me? And no, I don’t mean how could you take that job in New York I mean how could you leave me? I remember my own …
I noticed, as I always do, only the unintentional things: a half-eaten plate of franks & beans; a dipshit kid teasing his brother; a portrait of the water looking more solid than land on display in the museum & everyone musing O, what expression of self. I couldn’t leave you any more than I could …