re action reactionary: Jan. 21, 2005 (10:01 pm)

our dancing our kissing our conversations are our stumbling after our vodka our wine our gin on and on and on and on. weekday breakfasts are sweet, drinking tea to keep talking under lights and stained glass windows that we don't even see over each other. i've discovered new flavors with spices and citrus and raspberries and mints. blood red berries in paper and manadarin orange decaf green tea in styrofoam. i've discovered earrings and boys who wear cardigans and the differences between east asians and new sleep schedules. pearls out of context and gems that have to be hidden. welch's voice in a boy from new york and everyone's voice still coming out of mine. it's winter now, so i don't see his ugly tattoos anymore it's too bad it's too unpleasant to let go. it's too bad that he does birthday math quickly and it's too bad that he looks less lovely when he laughs at my jokes but that it's still lovely because he's laughing at my jokes. i don't know his intellect and i don't know his body, but i know his heart just a bit which is just a bit more than the boys i've been staying up too late with. dan doesn't know that the new the blow album reminds me of sitting in the library almost with him and leon doesn't know that the next to newest the blow album reminds me of walking home from him and ben doesn't know that the next to next to newest the blow album reminds me our knees knocking back when we didn't know each other at all. the ride home from anywhere is all power lines and highways.

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