Monday, March 29, 2010

"are you a sadist? cuz the wait is getting pretty painful..."

one thousand eight hundred twenty five days later
and the smell of coconut lime verbena
still instantly traps me
on my lunch break
lying out on the yellow slide
your voice painting
the portrait
of you,
one hundred eight miles
away.

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