the bridge of my nose has a little scrape in it.
[but i don`t mind.]
&i wouldn`t have it any other way.
but it seems that my features, once unabashedly child-like and cool,
have grown warmer, older now, in the papery arms of the coastal suns.
as for today, i can`t think of any thing better than resting my cheek on mama`s tiled kitchen floor, &
maybe humming a little bit.
but, what was that you said? you don`t care about that?
you want to know what i had for lunch?