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Stay tuned this week as our tour guide @twomacks (http://instagram.com/twomacks) captures some awesome places to run & party in Big Easy.
fifteen days to sober. (the 4 o’clock free write)
The first day I met him he looked at me like I created the stars
The second, he made my smile feel like cashmere being stretched by the butterflies that took time to bubble in my stomach
I didn’t see him on day three, but thoughts alone made time seem holiday.
After six nights, the cleanup crews came. They had to remind me of my own name.
I managed to blame the absence of his voice, which I swore to be all scents lavender and sage,
On the wrinkles of my knees.
butterflies don’t belong in bellies no way.
fifteen days to sober.
New Orleans - the 9th Ward
Anonymous said: You're a busy person (assumed, good or bad, we'll figure it out): How does one go about liking/talking (to) someone when they physically don't have anything to offer them but time? Its my most precious resource..
start with a playlist, send me some music. decide if your time is worth it after i send some back. (answer delayed, all the blame to failed vocabulary)