full title - these actions: a series of events between two friends who are no more than friends

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he directs an inquisitive glance towards me and he smiles.
from the opposite corner of the room, i gesticulate that i’ll be with him in a moment.

coming over, i tie my arms around his neck and pull him close.
sometimes i think
he lives for these moments.
sometimes i think i do, too
but i wouldn’t let him know that.

i ask him how life is and he assimilates my question,
wondering whether to be honest or polite.

[the couch had spots where the insides were coming out
and it was covered in patches that didn’t match the original fabric.
i ran my fingers across the seams of the unmatching cloth and sat next to him.
tonight i am this couch, and i refuse to let my insides be revealed.]


i lay my head on his shoulder because i'm sleepy tonight.
he shifts his body tremulously.
sometimes i forget how misleading i can be.

a proven theory: when someone is in love with you, you can never make the right decision.

05/30/2004

Author's Note: this was originally a vignette. it's sometimes hard to convert vignettes into poetry form.

Posted on 05/30/2004
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