she says

afterwards, i went down to the car, thinking about stars and dreams and hell, how's it been going for you, these days?

i was maybe a little less than sober and thinking about your crinkle nose, your shining eyes, how you seem so like arm stretches and skin like nothing at all, nothing at all i know.

and then, certain as death i smiled grate big opening in the world and here we are, here we are, always facing each other in thoughts not yet had, unallowed i want, then, yes.

good good, tell me.

2003-10-14 | 6:37 p.m.
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