“ it’s just a lot. ” she doesn’t spend time with introspection making familiar friends ( she’s had enough of that, the brooding, the melancholia that builds a tartar in her veins ; it’s better to act on impulse to fuel the cape & cowl by the FLASH of rage, by the thunder of her pulse, by the memory of a pollock stain smattered against the wall, a paper bag crumpled ... ). her breath is a slow shutter ; her chin ducks low so @gazedlong can’t see her lips. “ it’s just a lot. ” starter call.
















