Leaving State.

1. The only way to hear a laugh that menacing is as it floats down the street, like a ghost too great to see. From the bottom of the stairs I could have mistaken you for a man, but with the spot light centered, the red curtains lifted and the bodies on the ceiling danced in a drunken puppet peep show. You and I, molding a vision for the other to jerk it to.

2. I am free. No, fuck it, free doesn't even begin to detail the color I've molded.


I could see weeks in the length of your hair.