24.11.10

for MyGoose

empty breasted face panes are talking to me about options. collaborative counseling and my you
is in the room, but i asked for the bandages to be removed. the bandages removed. are you
dancing to wards that spirit gummed hussy with the black fur when all i could afford was the blue
and you never wanted me the same. i wanted to eat you to the spring hours, but i think you lost
my number, i could send it again? again, you wink calloused fingers and i collapse in between the binding
string on the composition notebook. you hide your ticket stubs there. of all the movies that made you
think of me before we met. can we meet again?