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some summers they drop like flys

some summers they drop like flys

recollection

…the time i drank far too much and first kissed your lips.
our mouths tasted of dirty martinis.
olive and gin and longing.
my memory is patchy
but i recall drawing imaginary, concentric circles on the seam of your pants
with my shoeless, stocking encased foot.

a ladder ran all the way up-
just where i wanted you to be.

sexy fig salad

sexy fig salad

coney island

coney island

standing room only

standing room only

kitty.

kitty.

Hey Mr DJ.

Hey Mr DJ.

W 23rd St.

W 23rd St.

sunshine.

sunshine.

cat nap.

cat nap.