30.4.09

important, late-night news

2:30 a.m.

Late night text, turned phone call.

“Well, I kissed him.”
“Ooooof course you did.”
“In that thing. Where you go into the subway. That thing in the median.”
“Not a bodega. . . .”
“No, you know. Like a greenhouse. And people were watching us, and, like, talking about it.”
“What’s that word?”
“I don’t know. It’s like a gazebo. Gazebo!”
“Yes! Gazebo.”




~beatrix

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1 comment:

Your Ill-fitting Overcoat said...

hahaha i'm picture the one at astor place