By ZoE
Date: 20 July 2000
Matty, in the right clothes
Matty,
If you had stayed wrapped up in me a little longer
we may not have had to untie that pretty bow
you acted like you were 15 years old
everything you said was
crude and funny
true but vicious
you made me feel again
because that's easy to forget
and where you live there are no forks in the road
just cool slate stretches of road
you put your foot down and drove
far
it's almost harder to remember than
to forget
how you put your lips in the most awkward ways
how we played love like it was a game
how you flinched the lense fast and clumsily
but never took a bad picture
Matty, it's been so long since I've made love to you
sucked you through that straw
watched your smooth face
I was your cunt in summer
rented for months at a time
out the bedroom window I watched you
back out the driveway
Matty, I dreamed of you in Spanish
te quiro en mi triste cabeza
I made love to you in Spanish
our mouths opened up
gave way to mountains
the root of my heart
is in your mouth
but I let you slip through
the clumsly spaces where
we forgot
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