this time last year, in addition to standing in a puddle, i was preparing to go dancing in Miami with my sister. i hoped it would become a tradition, that each year the final weekend of September would be spent sweaty in the dark, using one another as surrogate lovers, never touching, telling lies to bachelorettes in Wynwood and waiting for the lights to come on.
but it didn't happen.
she left on Train 52 for Baltimore City on the last day of May.
we got to dance one last time before she was gone.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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