8/3/17

Too drunk to stay corporeal.

Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

August and I are drunk. Well, I’m drunk and August is along for the ride. He’s kinda fun this way. I drew the Seven of Wands reversed, something about indecision.

“Well, I know one thing, Love," August drawled, “we should do this more often.”

“I know right.”

“Do you have any gin?”

“Who knows?”

“Yeah.” August pulled me into a slow dance, the world went icy white and the air caressed me like water. Waves lulled me into easy steps, I swirled…