the windows in the car were open for the first time in months, the little "zip" noise signaling spring. girls in tighter pants and shorter skirts and fewer hats roamed the streets, spilling out of their classrooms as the intellectual men of the town tried not to stare at their bra-less chests and instead kept talking about art.
i was stopped at a red light humming along with lay down sally which i'd set too loud on the radio. i wasn't in a rush.
i was thinking about you and it was sunny and feeling my body under the clothes i was wearing and thinking about the marks on my thighs.
i'm in no rush. i can wait for you.
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