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By Misti Date: 2002 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.28.09.30.29842]] |
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while I was playing Juliet to your Marlon Brando in "The Wild One" all throughout my first twisted college days as the faithful burning martyr virgin with a plan I could have been dating and possibly fucking mediocre guys who didn't distract me there could have been Depeche Mode concerts and study dates by the river burgers and fries and beer and banal discussions of Plato and John the Baptist and the Anasazi and metaphysics and Paris versus Madrid but no instead there were six hour phone conversations with you when Amy wasn't around talking about what we would do to each other if we were sharing the same bed comparing our Indian heritage your Comanche to my Cherokee and possible names for possible future children and at the end you telling me you loved me or that you wanted to fuck me whatever you were in the mood for and if you called it love I went out to the stoop to watch the sun rise like an unpoppable bubble smoking a pack of Marlboros but not inhaling |