Tuesday, March 15, 2011

in the middle of the road in the august heat

In the middle of the road in the August heat I met her. It was the kind of afternoon in summer when everything seems to hang limply in the thick air, rendering all creatures motionless and imperceptible through the mist of their own gluttonous breathing. I remember because I thought it fitting the languid way that her dress swam around her kneecaps, as if somebody had pressed rewind and the fabric drifted apart from her skin in slow motion.

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