in the back of a blue car, with a steel baseball bat across my knees, the star wars trilogy at my left elbow, and drowning in books and bags. loud R&B music blaring behind me, two friends laughing in front.
and i felt sexy, even while i ate my mcdonald's ice cream that probably had a gazillion and one calories in it. the vanilla melted on my tongue, and i saved all the caramel for last. i like the way my throat drowns in the sugar, and how being a college girl tasted of mcdonald's dessert and sounded like black men singing love songs.
many other things happened today, but i'm saving them for a telephone conversation that i both dread and want like nothing else.
i miss kissing someone with ice cream in my mouth.