Bohemian child. West Village. Fourth-floor walk up. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation mid-sentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
floral print fringe kimono by blu boutique
shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand