non sum dignus ut intres sub tectum meam,
sed tantum dic verbo et sanabitur blog meam.
( McCabeSaidWhat [at] gmail [dot] com )
just as the last sliver of light faded from this gorgeous motherfucker last night, i was supine on the cool concrete, each arm playing pillow to one of the beautiful girls i count among my friends, peace dropping from the dark sky like snow.
the forest of legs rising around us buzzed (for reasons i won’t go into, really) with a vague storm of off-and-on-boyfriend-anxiety and future consequences, floating at everyone else’s head level like smoke in a building fire. bullshit rises. and boy howdy if it didn’t matter a goddamn jot to me: however one may feel about a circumstance, it happened for a reason, and the reason is always simply that it happened.
wait and see.
