Thursday, January 19, 2017
Like Shining From Shook Foil
We've had a lot of rain here in Los Angeles the last month or so, and everything is greener than it's been in over five years. The sun glints off of green. I almost fell down into this patch of grass when I was out walking our dog this afternoon. I imagined myself face down and buried, lush. Lush. That's one of my favorite words. There's something sexy about it, about lushness. Something that gives me a frisson.
Love never dies. It just goes underground, a boy I loved a long time ago told me.
Grass. Green. Lush. Frisson