Two Words & A Gesture
I was very generous in cutting my arm holes…

I was very generous in cutting my arm holes…

We play basketball together. I think it’s pretty serious.

WORD.

WORD.

It’s the smallest, little things. It’s the salt on my skin after a run by the water. It’s feeling the wet imprint of his lips on my face after a kiss stolen from the driver’s side. It’s changing into flip flops from sneakers. It’s the cold water in my mouth after building up thirst. It’s a new book. It’s a shower after a day in the sun. It’s pajamas. It’s an early night in. It’s my favorite calming song. It’s hoping he calls you and loving when he does. It’s dodging a sun burn when you know full well you should be beat red. It’s remembering an entire dream from start to finish. It’s hitting every green light. It’s tan lines well earned. It’s dangling your feet in cold water to cool your body. It’s ice pops. It’s the smallest, little things.

Pool hangs.

Pool hangs.

Total hip aftermath. No bigs.

Total hip aftermath. No bigs.

Note to self: Never rub your eye so hard that you think you caused a retinal detachment and give yourself a black eye and end up in an ER.

Note to self: Never rub your eye so hard that you think you caused a retinal detachment and give yourself a black eye and end up in an ER.

Running, reading, beaching. I have zero complaints right now.

Running, reading, beaching. I have zero complaints right now.

I’ll never paint my eyebrows on, I’ll never contour my face, I’ll never wear false eyelashes, I’ll never line my lips, I’ll never dye my hair.

Runner’s mind, runner’s feet.

Runner’s mind, runner’s feet.