Skin

when it rained yesterday, it rained orange juice. big fat droplets full of vitamin c fell on my cheeks (they really hit quite hard for such harmless-looking things), and sloppily they trickled their way down to that area between my neck and my shoulder. they formed a pool right there, a little orange juice pool, and it sort of stayed there for a few moments. hanging loose like a coin just before it slips out of your fingers. and i knew i had but seconds before it would all give way and splash down my shoulder blades and onto this new white top i’d just bought at Miss Sixty. well, i didnt really want an orange splotch on my top. and i just kinda wished you were there, you know? kinda wished you were there to save the day, that you would come up behind me, hold me, and then lick that orange juice pool away until it is nothing but a tangy aftertaste on your chapped lips. in turn, i would shudder and sigh and turn around to look at you; grab fistfuls of your skin; rub my palms vigorously on your forearms like what kids do with both their palms when they’ve just learned how friction can produce heat. hey, let’s produce heat. let’s produce heat forever and ever.

August 5th, 2007