(no subject)
I'm going to be a different student now. I think I'll have a lot of fun at school. I'm moving out of my sophomore notebook, which is almost full anyway. I'll write a poem.
Abby, what color's your hair?
Have you cleaned out the chlorine's sickly green
since swim team together in junior high?
You're higher now.
When we went out, your hair red as rare meat.
You were rare anyway, ruby-rare,
and your hair, and your hair, oh your hair, yeah, your hair.
We broke up and though you dyed it black your lips never changed, and for three years my life was like a bunch of adjectives with nothing to describe. You were my noun, and I'd garnish you like a platter of fine golden lox if you had let me, but you wanted to be decorated like a fucking christmas tree and no ammount of lights would make you shine enough
so you made your hair silver. You let the wind comb it every morning.
I missed you more
last week we were both drunk at a party and you showed me how to dance. You went from dirty blonde to golden brown in an instant.
But not for long! I'm coming to your house tonight to shave it all off.
Abby, what color's your hair?
Have you cleaned out the chlorine's sickly green
since swim team together in junior high?
You're higher now.
When we went out, your hair red as rare meat.
You were rare anyway, ruby-rare,
and your hair, and your hair, oh your hair, yeah, your hair.
We broke up and though you dyed it black your lips never changed, and for three years my life was like a bunch of adjectives with nothing to describe. You were my noun, and I'd garnish you like a platter of fine golden lox if you had let me, but you wanted to be decorated like a fucking christmas tree and no ammount of lights would make you shine enough
so you made your hair silver. You let the wind comb it every morning.
I missed you more
last week we were both drunk at a party and you showed me how to dance. You went from dirty blonde to golden brown in an instant.
But not for long! I'm coming to your house tonight to shave it all off.