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A million steps down the hill…two laughing bodies groping each other with legs crossed under skirts…long dark hairs cross hatched into the others hair…I pass by them delicately with our eyes greeting informally together and they giggle…one of the girls touch my leg inconspicuously….I step down a few steps and turn back and look up at them and they giggle...and in that giggle I could smell their ocean…saltine and wet…

I asked, “what are your names?”
One girl said, “Our names have no ring to you.”
“what do you mean?’
“come here and sit with us”
As I sat next to these girls our thighs touched and one of them put their arm around me and pulled me closer. They giggled again and the smell of the ocean grew stronger. It was then that all three of us were united in the coastal wind that whipped and wrapped all our hair around each others hair, and their beautiful smiles combined to make a double face of attraction....I wanted both of the girls at the same time.
So I asked, “I want both of you”
And they said together, “you can have both of us, but we must have you all at once”

01/04/05

She is there, I know …her soft touch, palm to finger tip, recording my skin with her skin…caves along the cliff by the shore….small girl plays…energetic one moment the next collapsed and sprawling on the ground…mesmerized by the ebb and flow…only her me and my open sky…I know she is there…so close….

I remember all his faces the amount of hair that covered all of his bodies…the size of his vexing…I remember his blood shot holes…zombie addictive and dead like……they all remember me at a distance …but I’m too strange to interrupt any of their lives…they want the power…the pretending death grip power…they will have their hell in time…enough to crack their hearts and dry up their veins and ache…ache…ache…and suffer eternally…and when my mother puts her warm skin on my skin and records me back into the infinite round….I will still whisper in his genocide.