novembre

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swing that way

we accidentally brushed up against each other on friday afternoon, the slow face-to-collarbone way that instantly intimates you to their muscles and scent.

turning away, i realized this was the closest contact of any kind i've had in weeks, and that something must be wrong if this is the way it is.
in these profoundly stupid moments i remember intimacy with every person i've ever touched in such a way. the giggles, the skin. when other people end relationships do they not always immediately recall such details at strange moments, years later, catalogued and combed? the backs of your knees are ticklish. you shake and i think you are going to explode.

a nightclub a few hours later. insistent i felt my arms pushed against and it wasn't the same.

if you try to seek it out, it won't come to you.

12:34 pm - 08.04.02

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