this imploding heart

I could come back, if you wanted me to.

My giant squid killing story isnt going so well. lets pretend it's last december, shall we?

Its rained enough that all the leaves are clotting the drains like lumps of fat in arteries, causing the city to have a stroke. The cityplan will spend the rest of the year re-learning to speak and eat and walk. I would like to kiss strangers made of cotton candy. Sweet and soft and vanishing with the next rainfall.
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. It landed harshly on the ground after it slipped out of my ear, and I swear I looked all over for it. There was nothing there but a paper cup full of short glances and 6 Olypmia bottle caps with the word puzzles in them.
There are a hundred secrets I was trying to tell you, back in the day. I'd be content to write them on the bottom of plastic cowboys and indians and sneak them into your coat pockets when you get up to play a new song on the push button juke box, but I have a feeling you no longer care to know what made me think of you at the grocer, or how many sandwiches I would once have made for you if you asked.