there you are again:
stretched across my couch, tracing
the ceiling with your eyes and rambling
about the magic of some far off decade
i barely dipped my toes into a while
back. and i can't keep focused on much
of anything, are there birds singing?
is the tv humming? are you talking
again? and again and again. and then
you look at me, and i completely forget
that you are four hundred miles to
my right, and i think, how can it be
possible that i am still the same girl
who bumped into you so long ago?
how has she not vanished, dissipated,
ceased?

and you laugh, because you know that
i can't possibly understand spandex
and madonna, or why bright red lip
stick always makes you smile. or why,
despite years and years between us and
more miles than either of us will
ever walk, you still find your way to
my couch. maybe that is the mystery,
maybe you are the magic after all.

04/20/2005

Author's Note: bleh bleh. i don't know, nothing seems to have a point anymore.

Posted on 04/21/2005
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