(un)hospitable

somewhere behind my
unsunnny disposition lurks a
feeling that
somewhere (maybe not far)
while you're driving home
-i know you must be, just now-
that so am i and
at any moment
we could be two lanes across
listening to the same record in the
same traffic mud.

i felt like this once before
(and i know you did too)
but ti was on the other end
then, wasn't it?

2004-06-04 | 11:54 a.m.
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