A deep, elemental sigh of contentment here. It seems to say “Things need not be so complicated”. I reckon this “dopp kit” (?) by Kenton Sorenson will age well. $135. [via]
Swoon. Love this, reminds me of my friend Cal who lives in Australia.
the first date
[Nicole Cammorata]
Eight or nine motorcycles buzzing past,
exhaust fumes flaming in her nostrils
and smelling like summer nights
on the go-kart track at Starland.
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“I get to drive,” she said.
Her hair trailing behind her as they walked—
an Achilles heel, a comet’s tail;
all tangled and matted if the wind blew too hard.
“You can drive,” he said, smiling, and
taking her hand, and
pulling her close, and
kissing her by the go-kart gate.
“I’ll race you,” she said.
And they raced.
After, by the side of the mini golf course
(an oasis in the concrete)
they sat eating ice cream.
The waterfall musty with the day’s detritus:
gum wrappers, and
straws, and
pennies, and
a Chinese finger trap from the arcade.
This one time, some high school kids
(on the last day of school)
poured in liquid detergent—
there were bubbles for days.
“It’s getting late,” he said,
and she nodded.
They watched the attendant,
(his pants slung low),
chaining up the go-karts:
the first, to the next, to the next.
That gruesome curve:
his exposed cheeks glistening in the light.
The boy turned to look at the girl
and they laughed
and she kissed him.
Over the intercom now,
“We are closing,” a voice said.
“Might be time to go,” she said.
“Might be,” he said, taking her hand.
“This time, I’ll drive.”
