8/28/

An empty time

Today I met a beautiful smile with shock blonde hair and a face like a kid.  She had the back of a woman and it crept out of a backless sundress like the first rays of a morning

There’s a heaviness to this lightness, a sort of weighty quandary that says okay, what now?  I’m getting older and fatter, I can feel a full roundness when I lean forward and I see myself not as I have been but as I was.  My next step is to shift out of this lazy summer skin and create someone else entirely.

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