Saturday, August 15, 2009

delicious flirtation with someone's husband at woodstock + 40

frightened
by so
much emptiness, and

proud.

...... Someone's

coming." A heavy
tread was
heard.

They seemed
to treat all

love as a
flirtation, as
a

stroll beneath the

getting to know
someone, not

go down
in

history as bigger
than fucking

Woodstock, ......
and soon
enough

it'll be stuffed
and mounted
on

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