one year lateri watched the excuses fall out your mouth, like a magician's trick handkerchief and land in a pile at your feet.one year later
actions that should have been so simple and easy to avoid, moment after moment that should have had a consideration and you jumped in full force and never looked back.
i brushed off signs like a swarm of noisy mosquitos, thinking my gut feeling was unfounded,
that everything was fine,
it was just one of those days. i went to sleep hungry, too ill inside to eat.
it took less than a six pack for you to come clean and yet i'm the one who wal
untitled piecei left the house at 10 til 10 tuesday night directions on a half note card scribbled in pen knowing exactly what would happen.untitled piece
i drive in silence to see him, wearing matt's sweater, the necklace james bought me. i felt giddy anticipation like i did with caleb in seventh grade. i insist to myself this rendezvous wont be the same as manny. hoping that i would find more that i did from paul. my phone rings and its him, calling me a name similar
to the name jesus called me. driving past garrett's house, trying to forget how badly that end
poem 1plaid blue couch watching bootleg movies touchingpoem 1
hiding fingers in cushion cracks your hand in mine, finally.
lights off movie still playing only illumination. kisses like madness.
fingers in my hair. hands in my shirt. bra on the floor.
nails scratching little marks of pleasure hands down your pants. shirt and shorts on the floor.
sage chenille blanket hides evidence. first times knowing only first names.
bruises on my neck wall rubbed marks on knees throbbing that visits &nb
there.
Horny
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