When we hold hands, I like to pull your arm up the sleeve of my sweater to the armpit so we look like those paper dolls all attached. Except that you're not wearing a dress and my hair won't stick up like that even when I try to make it. I have a 3 week old bite mark on my leg and there's a part of me that wakes up and thinks "I should throw that bite mark out before it goes bad." before the rest of the waking me can wake up to say "your legs are not the refrigerator."
Last night I dreamed that you were still taller than me.
Last night I dreamed that you still smelled like morning and cigarettes.
Last night I dreamed I was still chasing you on the playground in my purple overalls.
Last night I dreamed I was still putting things in your ear while you slept so that you would swish at them and eventually wake up and I'd pretend I wasn't doing anything but since-you're-up-anyway can we go to 7-11? 'Cause I really want a cherry slurpee and a hot dog.
Can you remember telling me I was pretty? Can you remember saying I was an amusing sort of stupid sometimes? Can you remember telling me to shut up and meaning it? Can you remember helping me when I actually needed it?
I bet you can. I bet you can if you try.
Posted by Sonya at February 14, 2003 05:12 PMam now reading with the interest.
what is this that the they then did do?
you can never beat the KGB, you can never eat with one hand on the tongue of a brogue.
silverfish are slipperish, tae tung shalom.
make tea, not war.
leave on autoroute 21, south of Hambourg, north of nowhere, east of heaven, west of hell.
we're all the same under the skin, it's just that some of us, as much as we long to, can only get a slurpee on vacation (or exceptional business trips)
bratazlava frau
agent triage
Posted by: Nikolai at February 15, 2003 10:57 AM