Tuesday, August 5, 2008


The blonde wears black.  Always.  When she’s at home in the summer heat.  Windows propped open with shoes.  All the lights ignite her living room on the second floor as if she were bathed in a spotlight.  A blonde tail is held onto the back of her head by the same, hard black that she wears.  Workout clothes usually.  No one to impress.  She could be folding clothes or lounging on the red couch or simply watching TV.  It’s all the same to the smoker who watches her from the rooftop deck of the apartment next door.



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