Thursday, September 17, 2009

mid september.

there are some things that remind me of you.
jagged words
the soft shaved corners of the slopes of
cursive t's.
or certain sidewalks of new york city
which i have never seen
but dream of all too readily.
you slept on my floor
in the smallest room i've ever owned,
in fear of others knowing.
when we were almost children-
yet full grown.

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