August 15, 2010 - 12:37
The stiff ruffle of my skirt brushing a guitar, in my wake a perfect chord.
Liesel in the long grass, stalking something I can't see, her pupils a hairsbreadth.
Melted grape laffy taffy in the Lonestar parking lot.
Nieces tan lines and filthy hair.
Sister's smeared makeup on bleary eyes at 3:30 AM.
Realizing last night as Noah held her, that Liesel has a pretty black fur blur right where her vagina is. I never noticed it!
Otherwise, stuffed with dust.