sleepover Brad The most embarassing part is the suspicious gawking from of my roommates the next morning. 001007 ... kate *this is version one of "sleepover"* Night. When we are lying down, your body is a planet and my fingers are tiny moons that travel in their lazy orbits, pulled by the gravity that is your heartbeat. Morning. There is a blackbird outside your window, my head on your chest and the humming noise you make when you are waking. I take you hand into mine. We are a mountain range, (flip) we are a palm-planked boat. Outside, the trees could burn like matchsticks, and my only marvel would be how the glow nearly made your bedroom transparent. -- sarah weinstein 010120 what's it to you? who go blather from