FLORIDA
best of net nominated, published evily by Okay Donkey
The ceiling Fan. My face Wrapped in Seran. Fog From the Mouth. I Swam in the clear water. I Looked out and saw the shipwreck no one Claimed. I miss sitting on a city bench at night. I want to fuck you in the sand. She stood screaming drunk in my face and I was calm. Miami beach. It’s ten P.M. The sand is warm.


This reminded me of a film, Blackout by Abel Ferrara