Nina watches the sky shift. The mural is rain. The sprinter has gone out to
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear
the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot
hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?
yup. where are u?
my eyes are in your street.
thin pluckings of brown.
clumsy
memory..
whatcha do to your hair?
nothing. it's just dirty.
heh..
a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.
yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.
Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.
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