Thursday, October 6, 2011

El Camino-Borderland States


{March 17th 1988, Daniel 19, Angela 18}

Angela picks me up.  She is wearing a fur coat. I can only imagine what is beneath the fur; perfumed imagination makes me hard.
“ I have a present for you!”
She winks and circles her tongue around her red lips.
“But where's my father!?”
We wipe the snow from the window of her Eclipse. (42:365)

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