“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
There was this one weekend, a million summers ago, when I sat on the shore drinking a frozen limeade, and I realized the only thing I wanted to look at was the way the sun hit the girls swimming in the lake. The problem has always been this: When I look at you, I taste lime, and I see light on water.
-i kissed shara wheeler
