August 2011
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Boys I hardly spoke to gave me cigarettes, advice, and then we heard it on the radio: two cars, not far from four p.m. One life, a half, two lives and then the sun went down on quiet roads and hospital beds, made up again before we knew that they’d been full. Boys behind my eyelids give me chills. It’s no surprise I close them, don’t say what I know. Advice and unsmoked...
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Eyes rolling on the bed, mumbling at the air, “I get it, I get it.” You said, “What’s wrong? Is something wrong? Are you having a bad trip?” You said, “Please be calm. Be calm.” You led me outside. Barefoot in the light, I followed you to your car. You drove to a bridge, led me to the water’s edge, gave me a pill, said, “Relax.” I stared...
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things have gotten closer to the sun and I’ve done things in small doses so don’t think that I’m pushing you away when you’re the one that I’ve kept closest
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