when i storm-awake, she'll be gone

eyelid kama sutra
girl across from me
(says she knows me from somewhere)
makes gestures,
symbols that carve like crayons
and she is, mroe than anything else,
a sweet girl, full
of all the good things one would
hope for
long for, but i've got a few
things from the
not-so-past at all on my mind
and sure as spitfire
a girl i can't shake
out or chake free from
(maybe don't want to)
so this is what happens:

i say i'm tired and go home.

2004-06-04 | 11:40 a.m.
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