a letter to katy

katy, there's so much life left in me
after all the afteralls and climb aways
with bridges built and broken back
this time around we put it straight
fingers around gun barrels and
happiness is as elusive as your arms
where no man has ever been.

katy, when we met so long ago
there was an air in town
(from the coast) and we watched
the thunderstorms on my old beaten porch
and you told me how much you loved rain
and i said that i did too.

2004-06-27 | 12:35 p.m.
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