the puzzle wasn't as complicated as i thought
June 24, 2005, 7:14 p.m.
she opens her throat and bares her teeth... Perfect. Precise. Standing at a soldier's rigid attention at the expense of 3 years of lip-shredding orthodontics...
"i'm such a fucking whore", she laughs, and spills the rest of her $2, shit-whiskey, well drink down her shirt. slides her keys across the table, runs her fingers up boy's thighs, and mumbles cross-eyed and lip-twisted, "you driving me home, baby?"... but it's not really a question.
i know what she'll look like slumped over in the passenger seat of her own car... ever-cautious to wear the seatbelt properly, forehead smearing a jagged line over the window... i know the keening laughter that will slip through loose lips when she bangs her hip (too skinny) on the doorknob and trips over the braided entryway rug. i know that she will at least make an attempt to brush her teeth, elbow resting on the door frame, eyes closed, room spinspinspinning. i know what her eyes will look like if she forgets to take out her contacts again. like she's been crying for weeks. and i know what that looks like, too.
i know what liquor does to her feet, her knees, her hips, her hands. i know what laughter does to her eyes, her nose, her chin, her chest.
and i know what happiness looks like when it plays its most intricate symphony across her face.
and i've never been happier to be on the receiving end of that smile.
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