thirty may
ten : thirteen p.m.

"the exchange..would you like to?"

"should i feel ridiculous for asking what you'd like to exchange?"

we'd talked about how the pauses in conversation were unnerving, awkward, wonderful, poetic. this was the bestworst of them all.

"it's simple," he said. "yours for mine."

and so i hold his in my head, and he walks with mine on his lips.




listen : "two-headed boy" by nmh