singing bob dylan.
watching amazed as i clean his piece.
telling me things about his life
that are horrifying
in a super calm
logical manner.
giving me this book.
playing me music so amazing
i weep on a happy day.
being the most interesting person
at the party
and not saying anything
the whole time.
the first time we went
to a vitae party
together
and hung out on the washing machines
the entire time
"are we having a situation?"
perfect fill
my first AA panic attack
the way he kissed me
at that coop party
after i bought $10 of weed
off some guy... walking by...
pushed me up against
someone's lonely minivan...
and when we got back to his house
he immediately
fell asleep.
the way he fell asleep
after i told him
how i felt about him.
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
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