bored.
like child
to a rainy day.

the nail on my thumb applies pressure to the scar on my index finger. there is a white line of memory that runs parrallel to the creases of knuckle skin. and right below that is a horizontal line that itches. it was a rainy day in the earlier part of the year when a handsome young man gave me his pocket knife to break into my car. the rain was pouring onto my hands. along my forearm and running off my elbows when i slipped. the rain turned red and i was covered in blood. in the back of the pickup. the rain was running down my face. a broken pocket knife was in my hand and behind his buddy holly glasses i saw his eyes tell me i would be alright. he ran the hair away from my eye then poured alcohol on my wound right before he kissed me.

missed connections

Your sister is a crack whore?
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Reply to:pers@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Date: 2009-06-02, 5:39AM EDT

You recently called your own sister a crack whore. We were talking about whether or not she dated my friend. I need to talk to you ASAP. If by chance you see this in the A.M., buzz me and I'll get back to you if you have the time. I hope you do. It's not completely bad, so SMILE !!!!!