& the school was footing the bill so we just drowned in flasks of wine and sturm, big heaping platters of meat passed around under my nose while i comforted my grumbling stomach with drink and bread instead. marching through the night to that club where we danced for hours still drunk on vapours while endless eager hands and hips grabbed from behind. too eager. home towards dawn and yr distraught mistrusting words, but everything disappears when we whisper embraces across oceans again.
locked out of my room wandering through the amusement park with a beer in one hand and chocolate in the other, to her room to borrow a book but stayed instead for tea and as many words as we could throw at each other.
basement dorm party of concrete walls and fluorescent lights, over-friendly red-cheeked grins. i'm working on stitching more patience to my eardrums.
that bike party at karl's, and he opened the door in green hat, glitter, feather boa. young blood brass band poster on the wall. some nights just feel more like home, bathtubs full of beer, high ceilings and smoke in the air, sitting on the floor laughing and everyone so friendly even after i open my mouth and my stumbling accent comes out.
sunday afternoon in some park out west following the warm sunshine over the hill, sitting in meadows coaxing sticky tamarinds from their strange twisted husks; cooking dinner and exploring maps in his creaky apartment and when we leaned our heads close over photographs, so close that i could taste his warm familiar cigarette breath on mine, i almost forgot myself. almost.
i spoke german for ten hours straight, so much conversation, and i almost wanted never to lose that momentum. no translations, only words flung out excitedly between us.
but my tired head disagreed. that was exhausting.
i can't imagine a better weekend right now.
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