you were smoking a joint

and you said to me,

“hi.

you look like a yuppie.”

And I said

“let’s get coffee.”

So you pushed back my tongue and

swung your gauges at me

and put out your joint for

“the legal drug (like a yuppie)”

-it was the best I could do.

You shoved me and said

“what do you do now?”

I swung my gauges at you

and said

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It's a new year, now. It's hard to remember all that happened over a year. Swirlings and spinnings and weavings of sun soaked days sweating numbers all over my classroom floor and nights that melt together with the addition of music.
It's been a year. Bad things and good things have happened, and I regret none of it. I don't like some of it, but ( Read more... )

It WILL be okay.

I'm nervous.

She already sort of has someone, which makes me doubly nervous.

My butterflies are increasing.

It's approaching much too slowly
and much too quickly.

I hope she likes me.

I really like dancing.

We're all growing up, we're all getting in trouble, we're all doing stuff we regret.
Things are changing, new things are happening, we're all in so deep...
I think I like it.

I have no idea who I am.
Who am I?

Help...
I feel like I'm falling.

I am in so much trouble...

...I think I like it.

I was kissed.

Oh, God...

And when I laid beside you for the first time I told you, "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you."

I was nineteen, calling.

I felt you in my life before I ever thought to, feel the need to lay down beside you and tell you,
"I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you."

I was nineteen, calling.

(and now we're saying bye.)

...even if it's ( Read more... )