to the sound of

one winter we snuck into the den late at night and watched her parents' copy of "last tango and paris and (so young) we wondered what the butter was for but felt so good so good for having watched it we were so grown up (says we) so young and no one anywhere noticed

those mysteries that never waited for us to find them walked across us while we watched the neighborhood people put the christmas lights up and red and bright and yellow came from every corner of everywhere we sat in awe and talked about marlon brando

as cool as kids can be

2004-06-21 | 10:37 p.m.
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