they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Friday, January 27, 2012

lightbulb.

when i was a little girl, my dad would take us to roselle court inside the nelson after a tiring hour or two of straining our necks to look at art.

he'd sit us at a table, leave for a few minutes and reappear with a plate full of lavash crackers and a water for us to share.

i need to ask him, but i think the lavash was free. and nobody charges for water.

next week, i'm going to see a film with a friend and she suggested we have a glass of wine at roselle court first.
that was the first time i realized roselle court was a real place that made actual food. and served actual drinks. not just some magic cracker factory.

i know, i know.

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