fixed into a disarranged
manipulated and disfigured
contortion of
this time in my life,
Wondering where you are, smelling
things that belong to you,
a conscious phone call, a couple more drinks
maybe this feeling will remain.
I keep trying to tell you how beautiful
Alaska is this time of year...
and also how the sky bends the light
in ways that reflect directly on me...
and my divine foolery.
I adore you more than words...
but i always knew you'd never be able to keep up.
Author notes
Written July 23rd, 2006
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