Thursday, October 27, 2005

corners m.

The feeling that I just had to
throw up on you
and throw up inside of you
with a pair of shorts on.

You sent me postcards, artcards,
birthday cards.

Not that it really matters now,
since I wasn't even thinking of you.

I was thinking of the little legs in the shorts
and the legs coming out of them,
and how that seemed fast.

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