A revised publication of Hips
“I know her favorite color,
what books she reads,
what she would choose on Netflix.”
She knew what he assumed.
“I know her, she knows me. I know her favorite color, what books she reads, what she would choose on Netflix.” She knew what he assumed.But with a slow slide of her hip, a memory in a mirror, a serpentine arm motion as she made coffee in the morning by herself,