Jul 28, 2006 01:43
i put on a
brown and black argyle sweater
eventhough it's glossed
with misty raindrops
and all that body/fluid that comes out during a really good cry.
when i step
damp leaves crinkle beneath my feet
(i didn't think they could do that).
you stand next to me
and breath
oregon night while i inhale
the scent of mansoap and nicotine.