the bodyguard
I recommend white shirts and falling asleep naked and early and legs like a slipknot kissing and suddenly wanting the morning because you’re lucky and tasting the clean dark thinking of nothing. and iced matcha.
I recommend washing dishes in hot water till your nose begins to itch and salt sweat pools to swirl gummy secrets under breasts and in that shy dip at the lower back and you’re annoyed for a childish moment before remembering you’ve eaten dinner and the water is hot on command and there’s something else coming when this is done and you won’t know what. I recommend striped socks, screaming, the wind, Edith Wharton.
I recommend watching, saying sorry out loud and stone fruit.
I recommend letting some bad moods go unexamined and stopping
on a dog walk to take pictures of the moon which won’t look at all
like what you’re seeing, stoned, and I recommend stopping. I recommend the sky.
I recommend mouthwash. I recommend walking. I don’t like waiting.
I recommend waiting and I recommend sunscreen. We’re going out.
I Will Always Love You on the car radio on a Tuesday night and crying
thinking about Whitney’s white and red sneakers at the Super Bowl once
which you only ever saw in a still image online and her flinty smile and how
strange it must be to do anything that well and feeling sick and sorry and happy and lucky again even in my dark spots where things stick and listening and
you just crack open sometimes. Mind like a pumpkin on a curb’s edge and the twitchy teenager kicking it too. all open everywhere easy a tongue full of teeth.
Grinning. That long pause before the final chorus peeled my ribs back then.
Wet nose. I’d have been happy to bleed. We pulled into the mall. I recommend it.
HAPPY CHALLENGERS DAY, SLUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t feel like writing anything more lol have a good weekend next time u hear from me I will be in FRANCE.