Skinny girls in the grassare sipping beer, at the pinnacleof June, gazing down into autumn.Supine on a blanket I bought in Santa Fe, a skinny onepushes on me, as I push on her, to provelove is natural. Everything is necessary,and at higher dosages, deadly.I join her on the green and yellow lawn,the sounds are plowing through me--skinny girls chirping in the grass,latino radios as usual.My image in a green pond: is this why she loves me?because I have olives for eyes? I see heremerging from larger, more cumbersome haunches.She nuzzles me with interest.Some electrical node hidden in her cheekthat stalls me. I'm so hungry.She produces from somewhere a long red menu.
My Interests
Ana, Mia, Working Out, Measuring my Food, being thin
