physical

i don't have any pictures of us.
and i don't understand why i care but i do. it's not about you, or maybe a little. but it's mostly about the moments, moments i wish i could see again, through the haze of cheap flashes rather than cheep wine.
moments i just want to have confirmed, so i don't periodically wonder whether they really happened. you sitting on my bed in a sweater too big for you, too wooly for the weather. glitter smeared on the sheets and beer spilled on the kitchen floor. i want messy, messy truths.
but it's not more than a little bit about you.

(JUNE)