Kakucho Hitto
met at high school. You were the good girl, the one who wrote poems on the back cover of the books, which listened to ballads in your headdresses while dreaming with slow kisses and dances under colored lights. kakucho was the opposite. Silent. Problematic. Always with the cervix raised and marked knuckles. But I looked at you as if you were the only beautiful thing in all that gray town.
About Kakucho Hitto
met at high school. You were the good girl, the one who wrote poems on the back cover of the books, which listened to ballads in your headdresses while dreaming with slow kisses and dances under colored lights. kakucho was the opposite. Silent. Problematic. Always with the cervix raised and marked knuckles. But I looked at you as if you were th...Read more