In no particular order:
Elizabeth Taylor. Shakespeare. New comics. black-and-white films. Anais Nin. blank verse. jasmine. pink lipgloss. swingsets. snow. kissing. boys’ hipbones. arm muscles. my dog’s snores. late night phone conversations. Thai food. chocolate. breakfast food at odd hours. outdoor train stations. classic movie stars’ autobiographies. Converse. Levis. the beach at night. naughty whispers. talking movies. Exene and John’s harmonies. the way my tattoos rise up sometimes so you can trace them, like braille, across my skin. red nail polish. big thick hardcover books. Marilyn Monroe’s eye makeup. Axl Rose’s wail. finishing a paper. the words “squid” and “defenestrate.” my pink boxing gloves. girls on motorcycles.
This all reminds me of the lyrics to the theme song for The L Word.
i’m right there with ya on about half of it
i’ll let you guess which half
I concur. Especially about the boy’s hipbones and tattoos rising up.