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By darwin Date: 2006 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.19.15.38.20533]] |
| i've dressed up and dressed down for you. clothes meant to be flung off just because. or the ones we come home to and want to put on because our days are spent in wearing heals and loafers, underwear and other flattering accesories. i remember when i used to care if i had cat hair on my clothes because you were coming over. now it's more of an ornament than anything. maybe people wonder if i am shedding on myself. i try to make my appearance pleasing but the days have passed when caring is an institution i've endorsed. and the days have grown so hot lately- that kind of hot where you skin can't breath it's suffocating. sweat coming out of places you try to admit don't exist. and who needs clothes then. we lie there drowning in this heat our eyes glued to the fan as it attempts to circulate the air around our ventilating bodies. i want one of those bamboo fans from india. or a feather fan the size of the gallapagos islands. something to cool me off. and that look isn't helping. |