ohhi odor d'amore

12:53 AM |

she said "what day is it?". "it's thursday. tomorrows trash day. thats all I have to worry about"
the image of a heap of garbage transcending the sweet smell of her panties crashed in my mind. I laughed at the poetry. she laughed with me and at all that was.

"I'm not interesting enough to have anything to lie about."