I could live in small spaces
if the wine was fruity
and plentiful
and I had a window facing west.
All of the left over money would
go to organic food shopping once
a week, and the amount of gas
money it takes to go camping
every weekend.
I. Want. This. Place.
Our roommates are only your
extensive collection of
one-on-one entertainment
things you do when I am
busy being myself.
The worlds you get lost in,
that may, or may not include me.
I am desperately heartbroken
that you've never seen
so many fireflies.
That you are anxious
to get home before dark.
want. to. Stay.
You stare at a statue.
You look at me.
You say out loud to no one
“If someone made a statue
of that face people would
come for miles”
You have bedroom eyes.
You're mellow.
No affectations.
No “movie-talk”
You're yourself.
I kiss you.
I wish you would freeze solid like a statue.
I. want. You. to. Stay.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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