Month: February 2011

Meet me at the ocean. Don’t bother with footwear, there are no rocks. The water is freezing. Drowning is supposed to be agony. There are boulders there that have been there for thousands of years. They are black like my eyes from a distance. The waves will roll in. There might be rocks, but it’s fun to walk across them along the cliffs. We can sit there in the middle of the night and pretend we’re teenagers again. I’ll forget my jacket, I hope you don’t mind. You can have my t-shirt. I’m plenty warm, is what I will say. My stomach will stick out over my jeans. You’ll call it a furry footrest. The moon there is always out because we don’t get clouds any more. We’re going to fall and fuck up our knees, stupid teenagers. When you want to talk about mermaids I’ll be silent. You’ll suck in your breath. Sssssss. Your bared teeth will shine. Meet me at the ocean. When the lightning starts and the clouds appear we’ll go back. I won’t tell you about mermaids because it hurts to do so. I’ll be hungry, you won’t mind if we stop at the Taco Bell. I’ll buy two gross burritos. We’ll sit in your car and eat them. I’ll love you for doing that, eating a burrito with me. We’ll sit in silence for a while and then I’ll kiss the side of your face. I won’t show you Orion. We’ll stop being teenagers in the dark.

Meet me at the ocean. Don’t bother with footwear, there are no rocks. The water is freezing. Drowning is supposed to be agony. There are boulders there that have been there for thousands of years. They are black like my eyes from a distance. The waves will roll in. There might be rocks, but it’s fun to walk across them along the cliffs. We can sit there in the middle of the night and pretend we’re teenagers again. I’ll forget my jacket, I hope you don’t mind. You can have my t-shirt. I’m plenty warm, is what I will say. My stomach will stick out over my jeans. You’ll call it a furry footrest. The moon there is always out because we don’t get clouds any more. We’re going to fall and fuck up our knees, stupid teenagers. When you want to talk about mermaids I’ll be silent. You’ll suck in your breath. Sssssss. Your bared teeth will shine. Meet me at the ocean. When the lightning starts and the clouds appear we’ll go back. I won’t tell you about mermaids because it hurts to do so. I’ll be hungry, you won’t mind if we stop at the Taco Bell. I’ll buy two gross burritos. We’ll sit in your car and eat them. I’ll love you for doing that, eating a burrito with me. We’ll sit in silence for a while and then I’ll kiss the side of your face. I won’t show you Orion. We’ll stop being teenagers in the dark.