Then we are in the back seat of a car kissing not the light kind but one where our hands are on each other’s cheeks holding each other’s heads as if they will fall off why does so much love come at the beginning then disappear then once again at the moment before death why can’t the same kind exist in between in the breaths in the afternoon in the sitting room in a place of costumes little girls dress like princesses one pink one blue one yellow they wear plastic heels because they still think they will never fall Copyright © 2014 by Victoria Chang. Used with permission of the author. |
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