In Chic Long Ago
Surely stilletto heels get stuck in the sidewalk and the grates. There must be a whole layer of greening pennies and expensive pens at the bottom of the river. I'm dreaming about banana-cherry-blue Slushies, my red sheets, Lord Voldemort and the way I'll kiss everyone forever. There was dirt in the cracks of my lips; it was beautiful.
If I'm soaked head to bare toes, again, will I be electrocuted on the escalator? Best to take the stairs, I think. I can see the changes in the light through my closed eyes. Tomorrow didn't go like I planned in the least.
Seven weeks of river walkways
Seven weeks of reading papers
Seven weeks of feeling guilty
Seven weeks of staying up all night
- Belle & Sebastian, "A Summer Wasting"