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hamster, a letter to lockjaw
by Angela Thomasdear lockjaw,
i think i'm ready to admit the one thing that i haven't really ever been able
to just outright say. lockjaw, i'm in love. i'm smiling whenever he's around,
dreaming of him all day, can't live without him, ape-shit, fucking crazy in love.
never thought that this guy would be the one that i would fall for, but when
do we ever get to pick such trivial things as which person understands you the most
and knows that when you're waiting to eat the wings, you want them to make
sure that it's not spicy, that's all. i'm starving, of course i want to eat the hell
out of this shit. and you get it. or, maybe it's kisses on the neck so hot that they
send shivers up and down my spine, make the hamster pumping my blood
on one of those little balls leap, run, bound, and pump harder and harder.
maybe it's just seeing a man's face light up like a train brought home by dad.
i dunno, but all of these things just keep pointing to one inevitable conclusion.
i'm in love again. and i'm not the only one. for the first time, in maybe my forever,
it's requited. it's returned. it's given back to me. this is the most beautiful feeling
in the world. lockjaw, i wish i could bottle this and give you some. i wish
that i had some way to express or share this. fucking love. i'm in love.
--angela 08/31/2009 Posted on 08/31/2009
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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