the street i tumbled on feverishly with your face in my heart. i swear, i wish to know no fate but your kind hand. i 've been thinking crazy things, delerious with an image of your face - i spoke so quietly - a struggling noise meant to be language. while, you sat (so perfect), in a stranger's room/ by the clock radio. on otis street i see your last name/ my first wish /your last words to me. and it is inevitable that i think of you when john lennon sings. yeah, i know. everythingrunstogether. except for this street, and that separate moment in my sleep - removed from reality - where your eyes flutter. i've been driving too long on otis street.
Reason for writing:
a girl i barely know - her last name is Otis. i spent so long
trying to learn her last name.
there's a street in downtown westborough, Otis St.
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