Alright – so the couple who had sex using me as a wall wasn’t so good, but the dancy man – he makes the world worth it. I’ve been downloading The Faint all day and flashing back to what the did with his feet. Pounding ankles, tight blue jeans leading straight curling crossed above the keyboard bowing. It’s making my day better. I woke up too early for my box of oranges. I look at the clock today and it’s always only (insert time here). It feels like more time has passed, it should be nearing darkness. City with it’s head under the covers, reading life with a sodium flashlight. Time falling into shadowy butterfly kisses of sneaking out before bedtime.
I miss my lad today. Not enough distraction. Blankly staring at a chatroom screen. The kids say my name over and over. I answered to Foxtongue on the street the other day. Add it to the list of my names. Lady Porphyre Jhayne, sweet Foxtongue Dreampepper. The ice-princess of memory lane, soda pop nostalgia bottled to go but bitter.
I’ve been spending a bit of time with someone lately. Another far off land, lucky as I can’t cut out their tongue. Another angelic epiphany bird, another dawn light symphony of this again. I worry when I like someone and they tell me I’m pretty. Preference states judging on merit, not genetic shuffle handout.