accepting it all - by Ava - bookbear express

by Rudolph Stringel I was very tanned and quite drunk in a friend’s expansive house in early June. We picnicked at the beach, drove back from the beach. The grass in front of every home was lush and green despite the dry weather. Three days prior you told me you loved me. I was too calm—dead calm—refusing to contextualize the weekend as good or bad.