Wine nourishes, subdues memories, keeps eyes dry, and head heavy. We are up to our third bottle. Your head is on my lap. Gray hair uncombed, you feign sleep. My left arm draped nonchalantly over the curvy edge of the chaise lounge, gold velvet with wine stains. I imagine old accidents, red in the air landing in a splatter.
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- Larry Clark – Unititled, 1963
