

Paris is DrowningThey told me:Paris is Drowning
before it was the City of Lights, before the artists and artistes, and poets, with their poverty, brought the rich with their taste for bohemia -
no, even before that, reaching back beyond when Romans added Latin to the aural landscape of magpies and rustling plain trees -
there was an island in a swamp. And fishermen,
still known to Hemingway in his day, but gone by mine.
And then the Seine changed its course.
They didn't tell me why, only that it did and
thus a city grew.
And since I


Comparisonshe rolled off me and said "consider that 'to-be-continued'" he rolled off me and said "no one can find out about this, by the way" he rolled off me and said "it's been a really long time for me, you know?" he rolled off me and said "weird. your nipples are brown"Comparisons
she rolled off me and said "i think inviting you into our bed will really strengthen our relationship" and then he rolled off me and said "don't tell her i came, it might mess up our relationship"
he rolled off me and said "that wasn't so bad, was it?" he rolled off me and said "you're a natural" he rolled off me and


Very well, thank youWhile you slept, legs twitching with your sighs, you missed a sudden storm that soaked your alleyway and clouded the open window in your living room with the loud steam of summer evaporating off asphalt. You missed me escaping a nightmare with a cry and nearly falling out of your bed as your cat ran off, offended. You missed my stifled laughter every time you snored. You missed the soft dark hours I spent drifting towards you, and the thirty minutes we spent sleeping with noses and foreheads touching. You missed the closest I've ever been to you, and you missed how afraid I wasVery well, thank you


DestinationsI asked if this was going somewhere -Destinations
crossed my fingers under the table, blinked twice, and -
and maybe I was a bit too specific.
Too demanding. I mean somewhere is kind of a lot to commit to, right? Somewhere could be two seats in the upstairs of the neighborhood Starbucks, could be smoking on the the front stoop of your building, could be inside jokes at a half-full bar on a weeknight, could be France for fuck's sake.
I should have asked, instead,
if this was going anywhere. You know, left it open. Anywhere could be anywhere, anywhere is s
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