Mar 25, 2004 17:55
I saw him at the end of the bar.
Glasses askew.
His shirt was awkwardly cut.
As though he shopped at a maternity store.
I did not like him very much.
I did not like him.
Until I spyed wolverine.
He toasted his drink with me.
There was a part on his body that made me think that I might like to touch it.
It was in between his elbow and shoulder.
There are lots of times that I would love to mash my face against another face.
Crush so hard.
I hid my beer in my jacket and there was garbage everywhere.
That made me happy.
And I fell asleep on the subway.
It lulled me to sleep.
And then I was here.
And now I must study.