i cooked soup, as has become my friday ritual over the last month, talked to a couple of friends on the interweb, and just generally let somethings simmer in my mind.

i feel soft as kittens right now. like warm scarves and hot chocolate between your hands.

like a codeine velvet kiss.

the rains falling and i am dreaming about new apts, tulips in spring and taking trips to canada.

thinking about boys with soft north carolina accents. imagining a porch with trees everywhere in the yard. bathtubs in the garden and scratching his beard.

wrists with curves like letters written on rice paper, glassy eyes, and card games on the steps.

my fingers with the nails bitten down laced in bigger stronger hands.

waking up in a bed that smells like me and someone else, dreaming.

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