Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Days, Improvised.

I used to begin my days here

and you here, in a rented room with striped wallpaper.

Our Days, improvised.

As you drove I began to see

our old town in a new way.

I remember the day you assumed the role of a trucker

and I the trucker's rag doll girlfriend

we roamed the lot
playing games of distraction
in attempt to make art of the summer heat.

(photos circa 2001.)

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