Friday, June 24, 2011

We left the front row some flowers

I would like to dive right into you. Take off your shoes for you, take off. Hold you by the waist and lead you to the sink. Wash your feet, watch me shimmer in my defeat. I would like for you to tell me about your day, tell me till I'm deaf, tell me I am deaf. This beer taste funny, did we do something to it? I am fascinated, so intrigue, by your mental well-being. Your fingers, your hair, can I please run mine through them. Do you like hair bands? Or paper clips? What would hold these papers down? I just can't seem to put my finger around it, but I'd love to call you, please pick up, please talk to me. You have gotten me so lost, please show me the door.

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