pollyprissypants
Still her eyes
Wild her heart
like lightening
on a hilltop she sat
alone and windswept
My station wagon was too small to fit my mattress and my computer desk in. So I sold the mattress and loaded up the desk. I can buy an air mattress when I get there but a good desk is hard to come by.
My brain, squeezed by the pale pink bandana, seizured in violent thoughts; flooded with images of blood and disorder, with the sounds of the thousands of voices trying to make sense of the news. That our enemy is dead. And happiness left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Fluorescent light brought different thoughts than those made in natural light. She found her ideas were more skeptical and less original, but they were the kind of decisions which didn't rock the boat, the kind of decisions which were most welcome in that environment. They were the kind of ideas which made her hate her job and keep it at the same time.
she remembered the trailer where she met the girl with long eyelashes. It looked like she applied her makeup in the dark, but damn, she was beautiful. She didn't belong there. She belonged in the streets of Paris or Milan or anywhere else but there, next to her
Long ago abandoned, the trailer sank into the muddy earth it rested on. It's unkempt exterior displayed all the usual signs of loneliness.