silence creeps in cherryblossom
circles, falling in after the residue-
smell of pot and cheap cigarettes
has subsided; and i cannot
breathe. too much has filled my
cavities at this point, and i'm
gasping wrong, i'm breathing dust.

and god does it hurt.

i guess i forgot your hand on
my thigh, and i probably giggled
like a school girl who just turned
thirteen when you did it, and i am
so sorry if your cheeks flushed
like strawberries in spring;
to tell the truth:
i wanted you.

kind of like i wanted to leave
before you left me, before you
got out of the car, with so much
as a gentle shake of your head,
and a "drive home safely," i wanted
to pull your lips to mine and pretend
that we were forever, and that your
parents weren't waiting right inside
that door.

"we are invincible," and i believe it;
as long as your hand holds me up and
you let my hand keep me down.

09/25/2004

Author's Note: i have no comment.

Posted on 09/26/2004
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