clutching to the simple things around us, simple things that don't mean much - the birds, the roses, the weather, your sweater - to make the exchange last longer. you don't ask for my money, i don't ask for the change, but we let the necessary hand-over play in our hands; palms up, still. a smile pulls up the corners of your mouth in recognition, in expectation. it is dark out; the night is open.
my exam for "shakespeare & film" yesterday turned out to be a party. we drank red wine at noon, read our favorite shakespeare passages aloud, & then watched the lion king.
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