Branches

[murva]

of the locust slightly obscure my view of the man cooking dinner in his apartment on the other side of the courtyard. It is 9:30. He eats late every night. I can see his stove from my desk, and his steaming pasta pot

Comments

[dancemonkey]

No two ways about it. That bitch is totally smokin. I bet she isn't writing her dissertation, though. I bet she's writing erotica. She's writing about the person she sees every night peeping on her as she writes and wonders how big his member must be and how she wishes he would wear a latex suit and dance on a pole for her. Muhahaha.