twenty-eight march
two : fifty-one p.m.

let's go back a few years. to days after school, stopped in the hall, broken arms. four-leaf clovers in the yard. busses home, always close.

she doesn't bother me as much as she used to.

i don't know. i keep thinking.

music : "reformat" by les savy fav
literature : essay
fixation : stamps