when i woke up today everything was different.
maybe it was the coat, or running for the bus in the rain. maybe it was a starbucks line that felt a little too long. maybe it was aldo, black heels, or my sleeve caught in the metal. maybe it was my shoulder. maybe it wasn’t my shoulder at all. maybe it was that two cops and a crew of five year olds saw me standing on a balcony in my bra. maybe it was because if i’m asking someone to come over when i’m not even home then it’s obvious i don’t really mean it. maybe it was the hangover: slow, steady, relieving, exhausting. the kind that feels more like a bed or a blanket or a safe and comfortable place. maybe it was the backtracking, or anything else.
it’s all gone. it’s like amnesia.
& i have a baseball. and it doesn’t matter. and if i wanted to, i doubt that i could even try to remember. it’s like when i came home from camping in july (& it was totally rad). i’ve been put back into the backseat of that car; it’s almost as if full months never happened.
fuck. if i had to, i’d say it was summer magic in autumn.
