Despite a lack of mistletoe, all I've been wanting to do lately is kiss your forehead. Remember that time you were hogging all the blankets and it was so dark when you turned out the light but I wasn't scared cause I felt your arm beside mine. Your hand was there too, touching my side right where the bed pulled up my shirt. Remember?that's when you kissed me on the forehead. I turned away for a moment- we were thinking many things. But then I said, "I liked it when you kissed my forehead just now." And you did it again. Do it again now.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
suntan and smoke
So I knew that old car was a piece of crap. Smoke and everything every time I try to go someplace. Ha. Yeah, like today. I can't believe I missed it. Honestly, I finally have good intentions. And I don't know how to tell her I'm sorry. Maybe I'll just take the bus back before she wakes up and she'll forget her invitation and everything. Well, she might not forget but maybe she will forgive. It's easier to forgive when you don't have to see the face-the face of your most dissapointing child. Man, damn car. You know, I tried so hard. There I was driving those flat grey roads through the country wondering how much longer they would last and feeling all nervous and excited and warm like I finally knew I was doing the right thing. Man, even though I had to scrape the ice from the windshield before I left, the sun now comes through my window and I feel so warm-my skin feels hot like I am getting a tan. And then. Stop. Smoke. And I was stuck. Yeah. I'm taking the bus back. Don't tell her I was here. Can I take a piece of the cake?
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
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