Saturday, January 29, 2011

do you want to know a secret?

we made eye contact briefly as he stepped on the train, and i was imagining the perfect life i would have with him- a house in cape cod with a wrap-around front porch where we have late-morning tea, books stacked up to the ceiling, slanted sunlight falling on the wood floors and an old record player playing simon & garfunkel- and it's all in there; everything i could possibly want out of life compacted into a fleeting glance on a metro and then when i step out at l'enfante plaza it's over.

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