i like reading the paper and sipping champagne on sunday mornings. i thought you knew?
hurry now, it's getting late. i don't know if this is a happy ending but here we are let loose in open fields.
i miss playing dress up in the freight elevator of your old building; that zebra print spandex wasn't very warm but it didn't matter because we had a professional make up artist who wore white shoes and your neighbor made us stiff martinis. we didn't even have to ask.
you dumb cunt, i remember when you were naive and eager and no one knew your name.
it was only because of meth addicts that night turned out the way it did: we jumped under those scratchy sheets, afraid of lurking shadows outside the door, and giggled until our sides hurt, until our eyes were blurry and we couldn't breathe, until we could do nothing but succumb to sleep, but not until we had removed the phone jack from the wall.
BEFORE: AFTER: