Cappuccinos and Ukuleles

Hi, I'm Wanda. I'm nineteen. I'm a mess of happiness and I'm really lame.

"With the two of them kissing like this — exculpatory, specificity, rubric — words are foreign money. There is only the soft punch in the mouth which fills his ears with light. This, he thinks, is how a blind man sees."

Lorrie Moore, adapted from “What You Want to Do Fine,” Birds of America (via lifeinpoetry)

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