i found her in the paintbrush aisle with a filbert #9 pressed against her upper lip. it could have been a grocery store. it could have been a peach. but it was a paintbrush. i don't think she saw me. this isn't a joke. i fell in love with her. i didn't know her name. she made clicking noises when i touched her,, not unlike a dolphin. maybe she was a dolphin-- maybe i was an elevator around her, or i could have been a restaurant. she made me feel bigger, yes,, with more seating space, but it was not a restauraunt// it could have been a peach--yes--more socially acceptable, maybe,, to rub a peach across her lips, and that hollow space below her nose. i never knew her name. it should have been a peach but it was a paintbrush. this isn't a joke. i fell in love with her, in all her clicking and praying and chronic pain.

i befriended a band about then, a local band, they were okay but mainly i was sleeping with the drummer, and she was filling the hollow spaces. she was overweight but she fucked me like nobody else could and she had a lovely face and she could make me laugh and laugh and for a very long time i would fall asleep next to her and wonder if this was how people stay happy forever or if we are all just fooling ourselves



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08/25/2007

Posted on 08/26/2007
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