you wore a red sweater. your hair was still long. i felt it. i didn't know what to do with my hands. i was henry and you were meredith. my ample consumed your frame. moritz, henry. you are of no name to me. i am of no name to you. i can't wait to see you in class again

deserty, the bluffs, my mom is in real estate, i parked on the fringe of the neighborhood to steel my self, i wondered if the steel light fixtures lining the street that took me there would save me , the knowing of their scheduled illumination