you linger in my mouth like a summer sweat beading down the back of my neck after a midnight basketball game against that kid... you know ..... the one that sits at his window wondering what your sister did with that blundering idiot boyfriend of hers your taste roams in my brain like a lost child looking for a warm heart and instead settles for a cold meal... I deal with your absence like an eight year old dyslexic in a spelling bee palms sweaty, knees weak, thumbs twiddling and how do you spell ethereal anyway? but what's language when words mean nothing but reinforcement of action... Like tiny fingers on hands geared by a huge thumb under your breast... embracing me with the strength of Atlas but enough about him, and lets write our history.
Reason for writing:
whoa been a long time...just finally found this site again once i started dipping into some old files...i figured id add one or two just to keep it current
Birth sign: Pisces
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