Well I couldn't read it so I did an incredibly boring thing and flipped it. It looks unfinished that way and as if she's writing on a mirror but the prose is beautiful. I love the composition though. Model's pose is great. Makes me feel as if she could be anyone.
I came back from Grand 186 and porcelain oceans. The windows weren't foggy like the ones wrote on that first night. My lacy oily fingertips sung rythyms on raindrops dripping down the backseat window. I missed you even then. Vast lucid wind I played m____ minutes I couldn't stop f____ running out into the seas at midn(ight?) in march.