(static dials)

My brain is the trail of forgotten lips trembling in the dark.

Her name was erica and behind this old copper sign, in what used to be the one place i imagined i could fucking shine as a persona much larger than my own life, i kissed her.

It was my first time.

I don't think about her much anymore but every five years for the rest of my life i will stop by this sign and try to peer inside, remembering what it was like to sit there with her small hand in mine.