nor do i really care what he just said.

or she. or it. or gender this gender that nueter.

i'm thinking, remembering her. kim.

how she sat up, on a blanket on my floor, wearing a tank top with thin strips that was low cut in the back. the strips crossed between her shoulder blades, leaving four triangles of exposed skin.

i sat up behind her.

we were talking, laughing, getting ready to stand or move or do something.

i moved towards her, right leg stretched out next to her left leg. my right arm stretching behind her, propping me up.

and i kissed one of those triangles of exposed skin. and another. and another.

she got still, from the inside out. i felt it. i heard her breathing. looked up to see her eyes so wide and trusting and beautiful.

and i miss her.