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eyeless in the morning sun you were,pale and mild, a modern girl.
taken with thought still prone to care
makin tea in your underwear.
oil change
i learned the safe way to jack up a car, how to unscrew an oil filter, how to drain the oil, and how to fill it back up. the world looked so beautiful from under the car: the mosquitoes and the sand and the gravel, the oil trickling down my arms, and the boy in his work clothes explaining the engine to me. so i kissed him.
this weekend i spent some of the happiest days of my life on the back of his motorcycle, riding along the south jersey coast line. we bought ice cream down town with a coupon we got and proceeded to lick it off our hands and arms and laughing at each other as it melted far too quickly in the hot september sun.
we took turns riding the bicycle and pulling the long-board on our way to the beach. we pretended to watch birds through a stationary telescope on a viewing platform (i mean, we weren’t really gonna waste a quarter to look at swans). we jumped over the fence to lay in the neighbors’ hammock. he gave me a tour of the boat and the coast guard base. we made dinner and watched japanese movies with subtitles. BOOORN. BOOORN. BOOORN.
everything felt innocent and happy, everything felt right somehow, the way it’s supposed to.
