Conversation November 25, 2014 4:42:50 PM – 4:45:48 PM

We stood in there and told stories and listened. A shy room, an intimate room.

You answered like that. I could feel your heart beat against my dick. Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams.

We are the delicate, speaking distantly to the quiet. Did you know that? On a big piece of white paper. Was I quiet? Not seek shelter in the river.