- Vol. 05
- Chapter 09
With a line from Kiki Petrosino
Journal, mixtape, leather coat. Car key clink in a thrift store purse. Lighter, ticket stub, someone’s backyard. Moonrise, nose ring, The Cranberries.
Car key clink, a thrift store, my purse heavy with make-up, a bottle of coke. Moonrise, nose ring, cranberry and vodka, the night air taste, clarity.
Heavy make-up, rum and coke on the lawn. His hands, my hair, and vodka all night. Cold air, clarity, everything green—we were spinning
on the lawn, his hands everywhere and mine, too. Cartwheels, everything green, everything spinning and loud. I loved him that night:
mine. We circled each other for weeks. Rewind, press play, same songs so loud. I thought I loved him, wrapped around his finger.
Rewound. Pressed play. Same song: lighter, ticket stub, same backyard. Same wrapped around his finger: journal, mixtape, lead, choke.