scene from Wim Wenders' Wings of Desire
We met at someone's house on Lake Placid later that summer, you from Canada and me from Rhode Island. Lying in someone else's big bed, you noticed that my thighs were slightly bigger. You're generally too scrawny, you said, I like it this way. I held onto the spindles, scratched a mosquito bite, made a cross with my nail to stop the itch.
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Just wanted to say I like your mermaid. And pass along that I'm reading Mermaid Wisdom by Brenda Rosen.
ReplyDeleteYou write of things that are so familiar ... And raise them up to importance and memory
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