Riding home, this evening, in my summer new dress. You are at my kitchen table. I've made you a quick supper. I say, So sorry it's so basic. I top up your glass and I top up mine. We're by the window. I face my bed, you face the kitchen. I make coffee and I kiss the top of your head.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Previous Posts
- Of dreaming I walk into you, bump into you, sit do...
- Livvy, I must say, Livvy, I gotta say, you look, w...
- Richard was tried and executed for serial lateness...
- I was met in Paris by a giantess.
- Ana measures her days in Dieudonné, the time witho...
- I hear her. She says, laughing at me, Olivia is so...
- He switched off the television with his toes, from...
- Onto the floor.
- i) He writes, I have a hangover and I can't spell ...
- We sat, an awkward set, in pubs and in cafes. She ...
<< Home