read: the assumption of the rogues & rascals, elizabeth smart
hear: at the finish line, jenn grant
yesterday morning, i stubbed the end off my baby toe. i was walking toward the livingroom couch, sipping a cup of tea & stepped into a coffeetable trunk we rescued from a rainy midnight curbside. at first, it hurt so much that it didn't hurt at all. i could only watch the shock-white numbness of my raw, discovered skin. then a seeping flush of pink and candy-apple blood to blot away with papertowels.
my worn-in shoes rub and i am thinking not to limp.
1 comment:
ouchy.
how is ur job? how is life? i went to see a wonderful play tonight and walked around the distillery. im working for my mom and still looking for another effing job. i miss u and think about u constantly!
xoxo mich
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