circus_imperfect_beauty kerry in the time between hanging up the phone and waking the next morning tangled wonderfully in sheets, the evening sort of drizzled and slid around the walls of my head, and kissing we were confused, and you felt helpless, we remembered it all, it was careful and incoherent and visceral. blueberry skin and car-howling, we sat in the sick yellow train and talked about god and what will happen after we die. in May we walked to the car swinging our hands about to cry, tears leaked out from beneath our fingernails and cuticles. yesterday i was walking to my locker after school when a boy i know vaguely dropped all his papers all over the ground, and one of my legs twitched to stay and the other kept walking, and i knew you would have stayed to help pick up papers for this kid, but i kept walking, looking at the shimmer on one girl's expensive blouse and feeling roller beeds press into my wrist, and i felt so guilty. 040507 ... x a lot of times i prefer if people don't stop and help 040507 what's it to you? who go blather from