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By Misti Date: 2004 Aug 10 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.10.11.11.636]] |
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there are fantasies a spiral notebook filled with sexy short stories endless possibilities a tidal wave of passion crashing against a lifetime of rocks there are clocks and calendars and other reminders of our mortality our smallness lines and blemishes on our faces pain in our eyes temporarily kissed and caressed and fucked away and today I am reminded of my laziness and the long winding road stretching out before me today I am stuck in reality mode yesterday I sent you a letter telling you I am ready to camp out in the Met with you explore what we've found the beauty the value we both treasure and know we'll never get to the bottom of but love can be ugly and harder than a sidewalk bed somewhere on the Lower East side and you can hide from the hunger and the absolute freaked out locked out terror but it will find you somewhere far from Macy's and the Thanksgiving parade. |