6:17 p.m. - 2006-11-11
the quickest girl in the frying pan
after years of confounding your worldview
you've arrived at reality
your memories suffocated under memories under the ravine of potentials for babies and a fat ass and a husband and a mortgage and a career you never wanted
but under the deepest ravine
i still see you
dilated moons
between your legs
that look of reproach that i never recoiled from
before either of us had lost it
you are the specter of insanity that haunts the parts of me i cant integrate into my adulthood
you are consciousness without identity
lost forever
lost in remembering exactly what you smelled like
cat piss and toys on the windowseal
licking her wrist and remembering what it tasted like
like someone who didnt own furniture
remember daisies in her hair
and tulips and mushrooms in her mouth
and those mysteries that radiated from the depths of her body and manifested themselves in her pupils and her breath and her thighs
everything ive ever written was written for you
i hope you are still alive
