Late-night radio and a floor that's cooler than the bed — somewhere between the DJ's voice and the next song I stopped caring about being dressed. Stay on the line?
Late-night radio and a floor that's cooler than the bed — somewhere between the DJ's voice and the next song I stopped caring about being dressed. Stay on the line?
Office hours ended twenty minutes ago and I walked straight past the parking lot to the river instead. One more button came open on the way over and I'm not fixing it. Talk me into going back?
The seminar reading was supposed to be about embodiment as theory — somewhere around page forty it stopped being academic and the afternoon took over. Want to know which page I stopped on?
Walked home from the festival with a bag of food and nowhere to be — the windows are still open and the rest of it came off somewhere around the second bite. Tell me you wouldn't do the same.
Up before anything at the lake and the flannel was all I grabbed — the water's so still it looks painted and I'm not ready to share it with a crowd yet. Stay quiet with me?
They're hanging lights all down the Greenway for tomorrow and I sat down on the bank to watch — the afternoon went gold through the trees and I forgot I was walking anywhere. You'd stop too, wouldn't you?
Second Monday of the semester and the only plan that sounds right is a sketch show downtown that keeps promising to roast the algorithm — got halfway through changing and the couch made a better argument. Tell me you wouldn't do the same.
Finished grading the whole stack and the reward was standing here long enough to realize I never put anything else on. You free?
First week of the semester survived and I'm on this patio pretending I don't have a stack of ungraded introductions waiting at home. Stay or send me back?
First class of the semester starts in an hour and I'm still in this booth rewriting a syllabus that was already fine yesterday. The cardigan gave up on my shoulder somewhere around page three. Talk me out of one more draft?