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you wandered around in albany in the snow a few days before we were in your kitchen
after exploring chopping up onions and peppers looking at pictures plucking dried
hallow grapefruits talking of the fountainhead thinking of blankets and legs out of
pants and how i liked you how you knew that i liked you and i spilled our drinks and
gasped so loud and childlike and you loved that and i was glad and that was after
you kissed me on the stool before your picture album without me having time to
prepare my thoughts and thankfulness.
exploring was walking through the scary streets right before dark the thrift store
windows all dusted over displaying archaic books and wilted scarves it started to
rain and you kept looking at my expressions which were hardly much at all because i
saw you there, looking. and the cars went by the buildings blinked up and down hills
and through parking garages, through the train connectors up flights of rain
drenched stairs to the other side of town sketchy apartments crooked and creaking
with the weight of our bodies so near to them the weight of my heart so near to you
back through the mazes and lights to your home your two room home a kitchen and bath
no television blue carpet mounds of books by the window overlooking washington
avenue and its vibrancy the barber shop down there where i met you for the first
time orange shirt blue jeans light and thin and wispy but strong arms and all
lovely looky smiley needing those arms. so long ago now it all is frisbee on the
circle at night, that grass which you were so fond of photographing under a your
eyes sky the car rides to troy past the dammed river cracked streets good for
bicycles forgetting we were headed somewhere turning back after remembering the
looks now and then after a toss or a stretch I MISS THAT and i miss you even though
you have not called me in almost six months how could you how could you not im not
even angry im just so incredibly sad that it ended wish we were friends knocking
knees on the museum steps on the rusted penny bridge looking out over the green
murky hudson together on a tuesday night. beers and stir fry looking at those books
and pictures and you once in a while if i was feeling confident enough.
walking past a man with a westy/scotty talking about the
weather and elections and his bike and the brownstones all cozy and lit up
orange around us.
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classes end the 6th. finals end the 15th. almost over. no more sam. no more this year. strange and scattered feeling. ok. was. yes. panera bread tonight with krystal. basketball tomorrow with franzino. office hours with paul stasi thursday. kayla soon. ryan and brian soon. frisbee soon. aaron and girlfriend soon. boyfriend for me soon i wish!
after exploring chopping up onions and peppers looking at pictures plucking dried
hallow grapefruits talking of the fountainhead thinking of blankets and legs out of
pants and how i liked you how you knew that i liked you and i spilled our drinks and
gasped so loud and childlike and you loved that and i was glad and that was after
you kissed me on the stool before your picture album without me having time to
prepare my thoughts and thankfulness.
exploring was walking through the scary streets right before dark the thrift store
windows all dusted over displaying archaic books and wilted scarves it started to
rain and you kept looking at my expressions which were hardly much at all because i
saw you there, looking. and the cars went by the buildings blinked up and down hills
and through parking garages, through the train connectors up flights of rain
drenched stairs to the other side of town sketchy apartments crooked and creaking
with the weight of our bodies so near to them the weight of my heart so near to you
back through the mazes and lights to your home your two room home a kitchen and bath
no television blue carpet mounds of books by the window overlooking washington
avenue and its vibrancy the barber shop down there where i met you for the first
time orange shirt blue jeans light and thin and wispy but strong arms and all
lovely looky smiley needing those arms. so long ago now it all is frisbee on the
circle at night, that grass which you were so fond of photographing under a your
eyes sky the car rides to troy past the dammed river cracked streets good for
bicycles forgetting we were headed somewhere turning back after remembering the
looks now and then after a toss or a stretch I MISS THAT and i miss you even though
you have not called me in almost six months how could you how could you not im not
even angry im just so incredibly sad that it ended wish we were friends knocking
knees on the museum steps on the rusted penny bridge looking out over the green
murky hudson together on a tuesday night. beers and stir fry looking at those books
and pictures and you once in a while if i was feeling confident enough.
walking past a man with a westy/scotty talking about the
weather and elections and his bike and the brownstones all cozy and lit up
orange around us.
________________
classes end the 6th. finals end the 15th. almost over. no more sam. no more this year. strange and scattered feeling. ok. was. yes. panera bread tonight with krystal. basketball tomorrow with franzino. office hours with paul stasi thursday. kayla soon. ryan and brian soon. frisbee soon. aaron and girlfriend soon. boyfriend for me soon i wish!