mhm

today the sun on the sill is not enough. or the too blue sky. i need oranges hidden in my skirt. a hillside to hike. the shock of a puffy pink scrunchie felted in the sage scrub. something i can reach out and touch. mostly, the quick slip of yr hips brushing against a squat yucca. small pleasures. cause there aren’t any others. eat quiche on a bluff half-shaded by stately cypresses. mistake a sleeve of snakeskin for a sequined headband.