Feb 16, 2005 16:10
He looked at me like I looked impatient.
I waited for the question and said too quickly, "I don't know what I have back home."
It was bullshit. He talked about northern lakes and I talked about sailboats and we both thought about symmetrical lines in remote places and the growing severity of transportation.
"Can we hold hands when we go back inside?"
The last time I saw you I can barely remember on account of me drinking that whiskey. You called me "dear" repeatedly and I remember not wanting to let you leave because even in my stupor I knew I would not see you again. The last time we spoke you laughed cruelly at my own ignorance and brandished your own advantage. It was as though you never really existed.
we're coming up with the same answers, but we're being asked different questions.
Immediately upon meeting someone new, you imagine yourself sitting on their couch sometime in the far future. Realistically, the obvious never happens, and the clandestine never commits.
Well, your furniture shifts; and I can't find a seat fast enough. I wish I could.