they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
do confess: lust registers, + MAY 29. 2003 = 75degrees
/ smell: cut grass. lilacs. apple blossoms. new trees. the air registering as: sultry. skin exposed to air. air smells like sun & fields & diesel. think of skin & the lawn & what one could accomplish with someone else on an expanse of lawn. preferably somewhere secret: shortcuts or alleys or the long garden behind my house. also: the neighbor�s trampoline at dusk.
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