MY DELICIOUS YEARS Some semblances of fast things yet haunt me: the wicker basket at the old club line, the quick, stiletto kiss while awaiting new judgment. All that was now so long ago but not forgotten. They can outsource everything but the mind. - I still have all those shallow items we left at Mariner's Cove. You taught me how the city girls would wrinkle their noses when trouble was nigh and who to trust with pilfered arms. I liked all that - the rent was cheap, I was young, and no one had yet really invented law. - Did you mind those minutes as little as I did? I always spoke my words in truth, though now - only so much later - we learn that such things as truth never really existed for anyone at all.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
3785. MY DELICIOUS YEARS
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