Sunday, March 6, 2011

deja vu.

for you, babygirl! it's only january, but you're right: it's a little fun!  

we were both born dirty liars, you know.
grabbed me under my skeleton arms and picked me up and looked through me in my empty eye sockets.
i wasted
time
touching
your
hips,
giving you
kisses
really
soft and

careful because
your tongue
was sore.
 you grabbed my neck. & i kissed you on the lips
from your ground down teeth, powdered enamel falling down upon my lap
do you think that's what i want?

acid will corrode 
the words i wrote on your back in sharpie marker and you didn't see the smile i left on your shoulder blade:   
you lied to me.
& now i wear a bullet like a cross around my neck.
rid the world of one more deadly promise. 
i can't stop gasping for air between thoughts of you.


so i swallowed amphetamines to cope
i buried myself in blankets & pea-coats & little lamb pillows.
surrounded by pictures of clouds and hearts and pokemon and 
     lightening bolts.   
i can feel like an adult feels -- there's your proof in blue & red crayola.

you're 
always singing. 
drawing hearts to each other in the stains of our hot breath on cold glass.