Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sideswims




We only remember one umbrella and he holds the handle while I hold his hand and we rename the sidewalks sideswims and paddle to the train station.

Fat raindrops belly flop into our flippers, drenching socks and curling toes. Fat raindrops spit on my face, washing away powdered makeup and exposing cold purple blemish scars and my white winter skin. Fat raindrops pour salty slush puppies into nearby sewage drains, making me thirsty for a road trip to college.


Eventually, we stand at the train station, hiding from the rain, huddled in the warmth of our laughter.

1 comment:

  1. this phrasing. you phrase so well.
    this one is pretty remarkable.


    chris

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