Saviers Road, Oxnard, CA 1991
Edward Vidaurre
I almost told you about the time I had sex with a girl in a closet of the KFC in
Oxnard,CA. But I don’t remember her name, just that she was a thin lipped,
blonde, that loved me for holding her hand while the negative line appeared on
the stick. I wonder if she still thinks of me. At least in moments of close calls. I
remember her, every time I think of the ocean people. Never when I eat chicken
though. The closet had a recliner and a blanket. To us, it was a field of tall grass
and sunflowers, a breeze, and a warm summer. I think we loved each other
enough that day, enough to remember the oceans song.
Edward Vidaurre
I almost told you about the time I had sex with a girl in a closet of the KFC in
Oxnard,CA. But I don’t remember her name, just that she was a thin lipped,
blonde, that loved me for holding her hand while the negative line appeared on
the stick. I wonder if she still thinks of me. At least in moments of close calls. I
remember her, every time I think of the ocean people. Never when I eat chicken
though. The closet had a recliner and a blanket. To us, it was a field of tall grass
and sunflowers, a breeze, and a warm summer. I think we loved each other
enough that day, enough to remember the oceans song.
