Summer1993

I do not sing myself unkind or unwoven. Indeed I am bequeathed to air and nature, indeed I am neither cadaver nor earthly fire, and be these things as they may I am limp upon my own horizons and I am watching the silhouettes of birds atop the roofs of buildings. and the roofs of buildings where you fell in love with him and the fire that navigates your pores, in and out of skin that sings electric when I touch it, and my body sings of unrest and want, desire is impalpable and it permeates my eyes through the vast oceans that are your irises. and be this as it may, you doing lines on roofs of Harlem watching the sunrise and danc

"Where were you last night?" I saw Vickie's hand clench on the doorknob for a moment before releasing it and stumbling into the room. Her face was flushed with intoxication and blank of any emotion except irritation and exhaustion. "Well?" Glaring at me, as if telling me that I should know, she flopped, face-first onto her bed. I sat cross-legged on the mattress on the other side of the room and took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess, she was missing one shoe, and there was a questionable odor coming from her general direction. "Why does she do this to herself?" I asked in my head. Vickie and I had been best friends since God only