2002-10-09
9:40 p.m.
your deep green scent
oh yes. I pull on a shirt I thought was mine and as it slides over my face I realize that instead, I am all held by your smell, and I'm wearing a t-shirt for a band I heard for the first time while you were here, and they were bad but this shirt smells like you. I'm watching again while you carefully pull a razor through the thin layer of soap on your face, marvelling that you don't cut yourself, at the way your hands know their way around your face so easily. (know your way around me.) * sorry things have been so disgusting here lately. * Halifax is still perfect. I'm almost sad that I'll be gone for five days of such a gorgeous autumn, but I'm consoled by the fact that I'm being met at the airport by the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life, and that he's driving me to those folk who bore me, bred me, and still put up with me. love love love love. and the spin it puts me in
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