Monday, November 5, 2012

[That was the year I wanted to end it.]

That was the year I wanted to end it. You know what. All the water in the world couldn’t keep me happy then. The man had chipped his tooth trying to kiss Oscar Wilde’s grave. Amaretto kisses among friends. Only when my teeth were cracked could I see the sun. It shined on days I’d never seen before. Goldfish scales shined a brilliant maroon. And more and more, life continued on. The roommate laughed at the wall and called it a lamp post. The foul smoke reminded me of machinery exhaust. I walked for hours but only for minutes. I wanted to seduce you more than I could want you.  We watched Clue. And more and more, life continued on.

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