We rush seamed through the rain, struggling toward the war museum, no umbrella, our map soaked, our summer dress bound to us as thin shrouds, fine straight jackets for the hysterical, bound. Her cursive is a scattering of broken choke vines, my letters, tight wasps, curled into themselves, each word, a day's dying on the window sill. That saucer of light . The bikini's success lies not only in the differences in the body's mass which converts to energy, but the extremely high temperatures required to initiate bikini reactions. These explosions are remarkably more volatile depending on the thickness of the bikini's outer layer.
Theorists continue to argue the ethical use of the bikini .
The word Don't glares from a post-it on my desk. No derrumbarnos desde la piel al alma , avoid our own collapse from skin to soul. Leilani, I wanted to be gone, but I could not fool myself. You know that even the dead return to the earth . I haven't heard from Joyce in days, but it's okay.