a cute outfit. but take a look at each garment individually - cheap tricot sweater, grandma shorts, mens' belt, dumb purse from mexico (she's probs never even been to mexico), shitty rayon scarf.
the cool spring heat hits my ankles as i adjust my wiggling womb. a touch, a spritz. somehow i feel like i've carried my tofu scramble everywhere without opening the box. somewhere i know our rendez-vous happened right before spring-time.