Monday, June 30, 2008

Yearbook (6.5)

There in a frail unsteady recliner at the edge of a burbling yard party, in the smoky, beefy, livid and thickening air, above green grass and below the muffling lilac sky, was the kind of place he would have to hover in, at an ambiguous juncture in the setting up of a conversation or a flirtation. Before speaking he sipped his beer.

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