just when i was convinced
that i disappeared you
filed you away in the bottom drawers
of long lost and never any chances
there you appeared
some dirty magic trick
learned way back when.
you ruined coldplay for me
stole gray sweaters
and my jonathan safran foer books
(the autographed ones)
tell me truths that only you could know
four thousand memories unlocked
with the sweet sting of an acupunctured kiss
your eyes
is that where you keep your power
to turn all the others into ghosts i never cared knowing?
can it ever get so familiar
that it becomes unfamiliar?
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August 25, 2008 at 10:02 pm
tal
hey manwhore — not sure if that’s a subconscious shout out, but I like it nonetheless.
x
tal
August 25, 2008 at 10:40 pm
urbaneskimo
thanks G. this is a newie, but goodie. and it may just be about you.
how’s school? sad that we’re cooler than your new friends?
August 27, 2008 at 11:18 am
tal
hahaha it’s sick how amazing the kids at BC are. I’m pretty much enamored with the world right now. You’re welcome to couch surf in my victorian brothel anytime.