The rare, forgotten feeling of knowing that someone else, someone responsible, is taking care of life for you.
Rent doesn't rise by itself.
The balconied walls were frescoed to look like Italy and covered in fake flowers. There was a bar in the pool.
She only ever sings that one song, to the same backing track.
In return she was allowed to laugh at my moonface.
“Why is this all in English?”
I took a couple of secret pictures of them for my second Instagram account I had created a few weeks back.
It’s supposed to be good, I keep hearing. So I try to make it good.
The World Cup in the Sun