#that evening.

we underestimate the fucking power of the arts, and like, communicating our feelings with one another. true feeling transcends the boundaries between different media forms and leads to the creation of beautiful, magical things

i sleep with you and dream i'm serving you document boxes on library carts. every doc box in the association's collection with a file on oklahoma. don't know what you want with them, and it isn't my business to ask. you could tell me, if you wanted. you don't. one box open at a time, one folder at a time. the titles are all in my handwriting, and you're pouring over them like the sun, like honey. i have my fingers between the folders, keeping some upright and flipping through others. half under half a blanket, i have my fingers in your waistband.