WE TURNED THE SAFETY OFF
by Amanda Deo
It's not like I could tell anyone. I hum a song my mother sang to me as a child. A dressed-up soprano to calm the tail I've grown. Everything rushes like a car window. I want to roll you down so you can see my face when I'm driving. Or at least let me lie on your floor and dream about how dinner happens when I'm not there. I'm not sure if it's okay to laugh this much during sex. A pillow over a window seal is the only thing between me and pretend.
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Shit happens.
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I like this's zooming quality.
(but thought 'there' for 'here')
"A pillow over a window seal is the only thing between me and pretend."
The rushing - car, roads, floors, windows - and how that compresses. Good writing. *
"A pillow over a window seal is the only thing between me and pretend."
Very fine.
Every sentence holds a story as it tells this story. How'd you do that? *
Thanks you guys!
@Jorge...you are right. Should be there instead of here! I'm changing it.
@Pia,I'm not sure I do it. I try to compress as much as I can into a single thought. It's always a one-two punch.