Oh, we understand our ridiculousness. Our knee socks and plastic bottles strapped to our waists like warriors from the land of mini-vans and family calendars. Our matching jackets. Our lubricants. Our expensive shoes and cheap talk. The watches we buy. All the slaughtered mornings and the final snap of the gun. But run with us along the unsuspecting river and be buoyed by a hand clap and kind word. Surrender to the breathing. Be carried.
Curiaudio
Songs for Curious Girls
