While walking today, I hugged the warm core of my body, and felt the blood in my leg that is sore.
A bit before this hug, in finger and dust, the drivers' ed window read, "Mel Malone is a whore," which struck me, grabbed me, and I did not want it there anymore. So in passing and walking, I looked around for something with which to wipe the words away, but found nothing but leaves still attached to trees. I did not want to hurt or deface the trees in breaking their branches, even though Mel was sprawled out, exposed on the face of the glass. The dust was so thick, luckily I couldn't see my own face in the window's reflection, in the words, or I would have made weird or unwarranted connections. So I kept walking, realizing that I had only my hand to smear the words away. The window looked too strange and dirty for me to use my own palm, my skin and muscles; so I passed by completely, having felt sad, and bad, and then worse, hoping so much that Mel would not see those words, or me.
A bit before this hug, in finger and dust, the drivers' ed window read, "Mel Malone is a whore," which struck me, grabbed me, and I did not want it there anymore. So in passing and walking, I looked around for something with which to wipe the words away, but found nothing but leaves still attached to trees. I did not want to hurt or deface the trees in breaking their branches, even though Mel was sprawled out, exposed on the face of the glass. The dust was so thick, luckily I couldn't see my own face in the window's reflection, in the words, or I would have made weird or unwarranted connections. So I kept walking, realizing that I had only my hand to smear the words away. The window looked too strange and dirty for me to use my own palm, my skin and muscles; so I passed by completely, having felt sad, and bad, and then worse, hoping so much that Mel would not see those words, or me.
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