posted Sunday, September 26, 2010 at 5:45pm
Friday night at 7:32. I saw you and everything in me stopped. You had ankle-high boots, maroon stockings, a grey wool skirt that went below your knees. Your brown jacket with fur cuffs had short sleeves, revealing on your left wrist a bracelet with five or six pearls fixed in place. Dark hair three fingers below your shoulders. Two days later, I can still close my eyes and see you, and everything still stops—except the bus, which always takes you away to the west. Come back.
WhenFriday, September 24, 2010
Boarding the westbound 99 bus at Main