Imaginary Socialite

When the boy is late for dinner, I think of other guys.

More specific:

I think of Ethan Hawke in Before Sunrise. He says the world only made so many souls, and when its population surged, the souls were shredded and shared.

His idea: People are less potent now because they only have scraps of souls inside of them.

My memory: Too early in the morning, when you shut the shades and slid into bed shaking with sleep. You spooled a fist of my hair and said, “I’ve never met the girl version of me before.” I passed out and then we had ice cream for breakfast.

And now I think we were probably once the same soul, and that’s why we can’t be close. We know the things that can’t change, and those things root us both.

My idea: We hate ourselves sometimes, which means we hate each other.

The boy shows up for dinner. He puts his arm around me on the street, and it feels a little like dessert, or getting nine hours of sleep without panic.

[KIM ALEXIS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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