Saturday, December 5, 2009

nothing
amounts to the air that surrounds us in
summer

some are strange
you know, those things you have
those, feelings

feel things loosening and hear them
tearing apart, a
terrifying game of
tug-o-war, the

rugged jeans he wore will
shape your future lover just as
they shaped his

ass pin the tail
because it's your birthday party and
we love you, oh
we loved you

then

remember if you can
forget if you can.

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