03.19.01

in which we experiment with lack of punctuation and coherent sentences: a freewrite.

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the first time i ever made love was in janie's apartment in b12 risley hall she touched me and the ganges river poured through me, i was wet and shivery with anticipation and fear the taste of her tongue in my mouth was the taste of a deep purple bruise, five days after the injury.

her eyes were deep and blue and i was falling into them, but our nipples, touching, brought me back to where we were and it was not a street in paris, but the feeling was just as new and exciting, the friction of her thighs against mine.

i am as far away from sunset dr. as i have ever been and the freedom cuts through me i am wide open and redpurple juices are running out of my insides, i am slowly awakening to the way sex can be like red, squishy, new mexico mud between my bare toes on the first sunny day in april, and it is in this second that i know that i can be an artist.

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xoxo,

moonbird

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