saturday night. around midnight. i was laying in bed with a girl. we were naked and blue from the light from the window, and i was reciting the words to a sonic youth song. i finished and brushed the hair from her cheek, and she said "you do that a lot. you must've done it ten times tonight."



"yeah," says i. "i've always got a song going through my head."



later that night we were sharing a rootbeer in the kitchen, and she took a sip and kissed me. "fizzy?" she asked.

i was just sitting on the linoleum, back against the wall, and i just smiled at her.