Exhausting across the world. (Again, see more of Natalie's work here).

Day 22 with Natalie.

If I Could Tell You Anything, It Would Be This

1. The heat that day always feels the same. Sweat stained my shirt like crescent moons. Police officers wiped their brows. Your body in a bag. 2. Let’s not lie and say I know how it unfolded. Needle in your vein. A softness, a silence. Endings never mattered to me anyway. 3. A week later, at your funeral. How my hands felt. How my tongue tasted. The sun was still the sun. 4. Time is nothing but a rearranging. The stretching of a wound. Your name in past-tense is no longer foreign in my mouth.

went to newcastle for the weekend. 

Thoughts On The Last Night We Slept Together

The way your chest felt against my bare skin. It was summer. Mid-July. The news was on. Something about a robbery gone wrong. Something about the weather. You mumbled under your breath, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was counting the number of tattoos on your neck. The sound of the air conditioner. Like a rumble, or a growl. Like an apology. Like an unsent love letter. Couldn’t leave us alone. The dog, that is. Kept trying to squeeze between us. My hair in your mouth, on your tongue, stuck to your forehead. Your sweat on my nose, on my lips, between my eyelashes. Seven. Seven. On your neck, there were seven. But you knew this. I knew this. Your chest felt like summer.

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Natalie shares some surfing tips. Read more on her adventures abroad here!