the thing is, it wasn't beautiful because in the end it simply;
didn't exist. the girl had a voice like smoke and settled
between cracks and settled like dust
but dust can float, too-
and the other girl, well;
vague white shapes against the sun and dew on palm trees: subtle
things are their favorite.
violent lips by dark and notes in lunchboxes at day until
all that remained was swept under the sheets as soon
as the sun came up.
