album i / u by underscores

Today, as a supplement to my work, a new tradition has begun between my friend, K, and I. It started the other night, in that sweet spot between dinner and a movie. She and I were sat in the skate park, I wearing sunglasses away from the sun to block the tornado of dust from my eyes, she facing me with her hair blowing in her face. Skaters rolled by behind our picnic bench island, the evening crowd lounged on blankets on the hill in front of us. The bench had bright white carvings peeking out from beneath the dark green paint job that must've been applied by dumping the bucket over, perfect for tracing my nails in. We traded music back and forth, stalling until we had to make our way back to the train. First, it was Cry for Me by Magdalena Bay, from an album that she had sent me a day prior. I, being the flake that I am, put off listening until a particularly slow day at the desk rolled around. Since that moment, I had been playing Cry for Me on repeat, repeat, repeat, absolute…