Past lives14 Oct 2021 12:41
Don't think I wouldnt remember Midas, I recount the other inmates looking longingly down across the first floor landing gasping and whispering their intentions as you'd saunter by, high-waisted denim stone washed jeans your t-shirt tied up into a knott above your navel. (You knew what you were doing) , crushed bootpolish expertly daubed around your now smouldering prison dulled eyes. Barwickman by your side holding desperately tight to your out-turned pocket. You were the power couple everyone yearned to be.