an asphalt ribbon or free-floating lint de l’histoire: when we were twelve…

add a jersey tag: the network’s on the grow….

all those girls doing androgyny until they’re stopped in their tracks have the same story. desperate to tell, to share the plot, to join the club that whips jersey off, a defiant fin after the prohibition.

it was my father, too, who conveyed the taboo.

a look, though, not a word, and i knew, even when “hot as hades,” my shirt must stay sweat glued.

happilyeverafter.

ps reading "Notes to the Future"