Hair In A Box by Amy WustrinWe used to keep locks
Upon dreaded locks
Of his hair in a shoebox.
We used to share custody
Of a gravity bong
A plastic piece of heaven
We went half on in the city.
"Four Rooms" could have been our movie
"Scenes Fom an Italian Restaurant
Could have been our song
Summer of 2002 was surely our summer.
But not our summer of love
Our summer of Misadventure
Sounds about right.
His summer of taking advantage
My summer of heartache
But I guess it could be worse.
We may never have had a summer at all.
Just a note to let you know
I'm thinking of you
05/29/2004 Posted on 05/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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