2003-01-26
8:50 p.m.
i wanted a lion but i ended up with a man
you catch me on the phone like fist on jaw, fabric on nail, bird on wing. i spent last night with friends, with beer, with music. not with you. i don't count you among the first, even when i'm drunk and flamed. lists of accomplishments, lists of suitcases. all the things i've done, the things that used to drop jaws. they drop mine, too, but yawns and not astonishment at the fancy titles and industry parties. i want to stop reiterating. this means YOU. i look at fares online and think why the fuck don't i just go? who wanted a gazelle
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