HerFriendGoo
My eyes squint against the sun as I place a figure looming in the distance: wiry, skeletal, a simple face. A figure I recognise. Wielding a lit cigarette raised to chapped lips, taking a long drag and exhaling a murky cover of smoke, doubling as a source of concealment.
Our teacher runs up to you and tells you to put it out and you walk back and you catch your reflection in the gleam of my glasses and wink.
I simplify the moment with my camera, the shutter quietly snaps, the engine rolls out the picture and I place it among the others. A body laying limp in sleep. That's all you are.
Your eyelids flutter slightly as I approach your bedside. My hand quickly rests upon yours. The regularity of your pulse reassures me. I slip out back through the window.
No use for a door.
I've learnt to be forthright, I no longer tremble when delivering my gestures of tenderness.
Simplicity in the form of a boundless desert and individuality as a tiny grain of sand.
Simplify social conventions, they're too complicated for me to understand. I want to fit in