every night, i lie awake and wonder
how you sleep: if you curl up,
with your sheets clustered at your
feet or securely wrapped around your
torso; if you stretch out, filling
the bed with every inch of you; or
if you toss and turn all night, a
constant battle against the bedspread
and the new day.

i guess it doesn't matter.

because at two am my phone rings
to let me know that you are awake
and that you are thinking about
me and that you forget to
wish me a goodnight and that my
hair looked lovely today or my
scent smelled fresh and that you
missed me, even though we are
only fifteen minutes away.

you're so sweet when your scared
and i wonder if you think sometimes
you are losing me; but baby,
i'm not going anywhere

because my evenings consist of
thoughts of you and i am always
kissing the right person goodnight.

09/25/2004

Author's Note: "everyone winds up kissing the wrong person goodnight" -andy warhol. almost my senior quote, until i realized that i am not kissing the wrong person goodnight, and so spurred this poem./// it is so effin' hard to write now that i am finally happy.

Posted on 09/25/2004
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