I stole a leather jacket crawled peevishly into your bed
And waited for you to come back
from wherever you were.
I struck up conversation with you diary
Who as it turns out, has never met me before.
Your bookshelf isn’t as crowded as your shoe closet is
You’re happier than I am.
Blue Face
Back home in Fall
I’ll go around too.
I’m sorry.
ben this has such wonderful moments. you can create such a specific feeling and atmosphere in so few words. i love that about your writing.
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