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Jul 28, 2005 21:12

Arms flapping, they're
begging to be seen.
Brassing, vibrating
The Horn Intro
rattling through each tree.
Warm summer suffocating air
narrating our story
chapters unfolding
letter by letter
A-B-
See your face an inch from mine
sticky deli fingers intertwined
breathing in seconds each moment
little slices of my time.
Eyelashes fluttering on blistered skin
our noses in constant contact
And all that olive velvet shadowing it in
Oh, darling--
you fill each hole in my spotless mind!

(happy birthday, patrick)

I love the taste of birthday sprinkles.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow.
A guy from my work said he was going to shoot everyone he didn't like there one day.
All my khaki pants smell like old, wet meat.
And I don't remember what my hair looks like down.
Although "Ay" is in the dictionary, it doesn't count (according to my sister) in Scrabble.
...but I think that's mostly because it was worth 25 points.
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