February 28th 2003:
heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey billy billy billy billy billy billy billy billy billy
BILLY BILLY BILLY BILLY BILLY
your complex has been riding a getaway train.
remember when we were kids?
you and your stright edge son of a bitch friends. fairport and churches and late night music making making making making making making out on swing sets.
remember when you slit your wrists? carved your chest in with asprin so your blood would run thin. the alcohol you so desperately avoided to fit in you raging drunk; pathetic alcoholic; carpenter; model; anglican; genius.
walked to me
and teared like you'd never had to squint in broad daylight.
here's to the beach, the basement, the discontinuity, and the pay phone in the psych ward when you threw a hissy fit.
four years that i knew were diluted
but come on.
it was my birthday.
-Vanessa Barigelli: age 16 1/2.