The rumors are true, Stephanie is back in town.
meets me in the park, her skin glows like porcelain under the layers of
transparent silk. The inherent contradiction of her thinly veiled
Catholic innocence always allures me, it suppresses the resentment
against a nation going to war while self-righteously moralizing over
whatever Miley Cyrus did.
We seldom talk about anything that
matters, I want her to keep her secrets to herself and the distance. No
one intrigues me like her, she's a subtle magic trick and the hand
inside my blouse after midnight. I always forget how much I miss her
when she's not around.