theguywhowritesstuff

 Laughter rang out across the abandoned park. The brown, drying out grass crunched beneath a flannel blanket as it landed on the ground. "Oy," a boy called out across the lawn, "I forgot the lemonade." He settled down on the blanket, placed on a slant where the park lawn dipped. A few moments later, coming just over the dip was a pair of moonlight white legs in a short grey skirt. Her body was tilted funny, off to one side as she carried the pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade. High heels dangled in her other hand more lightly. She passed him the heavy box then settled down lightly next to him. The muggy summer night left her bangs clinging to

You can keep your red evening gowns                         and y(our) evenings too. I will keep the months of silence, and quiet, still phones,                        useful when nothing is calm. Suddenly I like my men to be         A little more awkward than before         A little more awkward than you.    &#