This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

something hard and plastic was banging loud against the bathroom stall and her lips were girl soft, you know that soft soft and with just those slightest girl hairs above her lips and she tasted like someone else’s younger girlfriend and later there was anger and awkwardness and there was standing in the lake up to our knees and there was her body against mine on the southbound el and there was the strange morning when I walked away and realized the game was done and I never gave back her t-shirt but let me tell you there is a special magic in two girls whispering secrets in a bathroom stall.

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