originally published by crack the spine

 Tara showed up with dried vomit in her hair and the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. She walked to the keg and ordered two jocks to hold her legs. She looked like an inverted umbrella hanging from two trees. From a battered green couch in a room full of sin, I lit a joint. She sat next to me after she came down from her umbrella cloud. I blew smoke into her mouth and idolized her everything. She acted like she didn’t care and it made me nervous. She touched my face and everything was okay again.