Feb 25, 2007 11:06
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champagne
since he doesnt have ashtrays in his house
(he's trying to quit),
i was ashing into a clear goblet, the water-
line sat halfway (full?, empty?).
watching the tiny black specks fall into the
symmetric
V
of the glass, i wished, for a long
second that the ashes were bubbles,
floating to the surface. without thinking,
i blurted out, "hey, i have orange juice
at my house." my voice shook.
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in the last few days, ive confused reflections with lights inside of an apartment.
it was only my headlights on your window, you werent home.
it was my lights shining on the base of your door, there was no light seeping through
inviting me in.
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does lacking ambition = immaturity?
does refusing to trust = immaturity?
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