Blossom

The man in the photo department of Walgreens told me there was something wrong with my film.

I got stoned and painted my nails. I want to dye my hair green.

I want to rip strips of fabric. I want to weave. I want to braid for days and miles.

I need beads and wood and metal chains. Lace and fur, doilies, threads.

Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!

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All of the photobooth pictures fell out of her purse.

I spread out some newly developed prints on the bed.

We were in our underwear. She held them up to her

chest, one after the other, and whispered,

oh my god.

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Its always perfect weather when I have to soon depart for work.

Everyone on the internet is freaking out about the earthquake in New York.

I'm from California but it was still mildly exciting.