1999
12Feb09
Technicolor eyelashes drip,
elfish ears are pink under a hot
and heavy sun. Ruby beads
stain a t-shirt, are covered by
nervous laughter. We make
conversation on a street dotted
by lengths of chain-link fence, past
overgrown yards with barking dogs.
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