This is the second time I have fallen, and you have grazed my knees. My skin scars, but doesn't bruise, easily. Does that mirror me? I haven't eaten...
I saw it on the television, the last time I watched the news (I don't switch on much: the slowness of the dial). My tv is brown rimmed. Back to where...
This time it is a kind of existence I shirk - not life itself, in immeasurable distance. She hides, just so that she can look at me, from behind the peeking dangerous door of friendship. I flutter, heart-hands-eyelashes,