Just now, in my sleep deprived haze, I saw a woman walk by with another man.
At first I thought he was Indian, and that she looked like you.
I didn’t get up to ask her anything however, I just let them walk on by.
Even if with a closer look, and she didn’t look like you, I still see you in this ocean of skulls.
Phrenology.
All the women with Nordic Ancestry wearing their in high tight ponytails will drive me crazy this summer.
And maybe every summer after that.