Opening of Leguminous >>in progress.
My spine is chilled against the apartment window and I’m curled up on one side. I can hear Cassidy huffing a Camel, Winterfresh flavour. The wind sounds like a mouth swallowing a microphone. “I need to quit these fuckers. Gives you wrinkles, yeah?” Cassidy shares. I throw sheets across my hips, walk to the kitchen, and begin to boil water. I can hear Cassidy suck her Camel to a butt, slide her clothes on; I feel her talking into the skin where my neck meets my shoulders. I stand, staring at the steel kettle on the blue open flame. Next I feel a punch of air as my apartment door slams. My kettle is hissing. I walk to the bed, light one of the Camels she left on the bedside table, and squint through her refreshing pulls.
