they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
inhale & exhale, the past. + January 11. 2001 = 1:02 a.m.
the smell of dusk, of spring, grass and mud and snow, of eggnog, scotch tape, yellow flannel sheets, Boy's skin and messy hair, chai, this year's birthday dress (everytime I push my way into the back of my closet to grab something its gin&tonics.barcrowdedw/friends.out'till5am.newly25 scent is there), limes, toner, cotton balls, black cat, fruit water, inside of bookcase.
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notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
