041114

To turn off the lamp - I must lean over you, lean into you; I must squash the soft pocket of my belly against the dry patch of your elbow. I place my book on top of your book on the night table where you keep your socks and my stray underthings. I twist the lamp switch twice because it seldom works on first attempt. I match the curve of your back with my back. We breathe in unison until we don’t.

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041014

Been trying to encourage my thoughts to become more literary in nature. I’ve been reading more short stories and taking walks without the easy comfort of headphones. I am witnessing.

Today I noticed multiple young women dressed like boyish chavs. Am I using that term correctly? I’ve never been to Britain but I’ve seen a lot of movies. Most specifically I’m thinking of the protagonist of Andrea Arnold’s Fish Tank. Sweatpants and tennis shoes and puffy jackets. I saw one girl with a surface piercing like a beauty mark beside her eye. Not sure if part of some future trend piece or just a series of coincidental lower class encounters in “Nu-Brooklyn.” It can be easy to mistake one for the other these days.

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Ph. Petrina Hicks

Ph. Petrina Hicks

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