An invitation sketched on a frayed notecard. Dog-eared edges earned from the beatings of middle school. Sealed in an imaginary envelope and sent by playful telekinesis. Later, in an unwashed nest-- thick with the scent of a late-thirtysomething boy-- she arrives. All filigree eyelashes, and an abundance of everything. Late nights listening to the dusty and familiar records of youth. Carving pieces of juvenescence from a willow tree in the backyard with a triad of scavenged throwing knives. She takes the notecard with her when she leaves, to held hold back her tears.
11:51 p.m. - 2019-06-17
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