(it was inhuman, whatever it was...)
{because i swear it makes me more "creative"
[less susceptible to fear]
but you made the pizza guy follow me home
at two am
i took the long way--the dark way
to try to lose him in the lightlessness.}
was it the time i was passed out
on the couch
or in your bed
or in the basement
that she asked me to come out to the porch and smell the rain?
she rolled her own cigarettes, (etc.)
she licked the edges
& let her teeth drag across it
(((so fine.)))
her mouth is a prison.
she hugged me twice;
& sat up against my legs,
shifting her weight,
--PRESSING;
beating down the doors to my. . .
...aaahhhh...
i didn't even know i needed a future
until tonight.
she sat on the kitchen floor with me
and we flirted with the linoleum
while we drank shots.
and then she was sing-screaming a joni mitchell song
(suddenly the most beautiful thing i had ever heard)
i wanted to be every word of that song.
her mouth is a prison.
*no place like home*
~fairy tales~
exodus.
