The Smoke Hurts
Posted by ned on November 7th, 2008 filed in Out of moleskines...She sits, with dead grassy hair, kneeling, collapsed on her knees, her feet tucked under to touch her bare toes to the wall, leaning forward onto her elbows, so her burning butt is inches from the ground, breathing out the smoke by holding an index finger, with its dirty pink fingernail, against one nostril, to pinch it closed, letting the pale smoke leak out the other…
November 11th, 2008 at 5:49 pm
I can’t recall ever reading someone who writes so wholly in the present as you do … not only ‘kneeling’ but ‘collapsed on her knees’ … not just the act but also the intention lost to it