In the morning of the magicians/ Flaming Lips

Sue has a wall of posters on the wall at the foot of her bed. It’s a cold November afternoon. We’re in college now so why not spend the afternoon in her room? We couldn’t have done it in the summer. But shouldn’t we leave the door open, just for her mother’s sanity? And why give her dad something to look crooked at me for? You think this is what we’re going to do from now on, but that was the only day. After that it was back to Ole Miss and then it all fell apart, because. I don’t want to be that kid, stiff and nervous on her bed, waiting for the adults to come in and break it up, always wondering how much longer can we get away with this. The big poster in the middle is the Flaming O’s. She’s in yellow.