one word. plague
one word: plague. photo courtesy of steffen tuck, flickr
bitten by a mosquito i thought nothing of it other than to scratch it and curse. and then everything changed. spotted and green it was a new look to an old feeling. grasping at another groan, i began replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. a subtle reminder… keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.
dear miss pie,
as you ponder kissing, …i want to thank you for your visit.
i too grew up on the coast of southern california. each and every cell of my body resonates with the sea and memories of my family, of which my father was the bright and loving center.
thanks for sharing your father love too…
kafka!
” i began replacing the pretty pink lipstick i kept on just for distraction. a subtle reminder… keeping away the foreign kiss of the others.”
huh. this has me furiously thinkin’