Mar 01, 2010 09:42
i spent yesterday with five out of six loves of my life;
fritz was missing,
but i saw everyone else--
even tyler, who happened to be in the city and stopped by to "recharge our tattoos."
which got me to thinking about, well, how do i put it...?
time swallows up my lovers,
wrapping them in cellophane before spitting them back out.
it's not a bad thing,
but it sure is a peculiar sensation.