My words will not return void
Mon Oct 16 2000 at 1:49:00
How many hours did we
grow cramped in hard kitchen chairs, together, long after midnight,
pretending we didn't know how late it was
It wasn't much longer that the conversations were on the couch,
then in your bed
Our bodies were shy in the beginning but our words never were.
I like to think you made my words larger and more healthy, that telling them to you, letting them crystallize from thought to something real hanging in the air, made my stories count for more, made them absolute, if only in your mind. Your mind was what mattered.
You gave me your attention; I took it;
I was thrilled.
Later, you would apologize for not giving me enough, and for the first time, nothing I said could convince you.
I like it!
We've received your resume, and we're entering your credentials in our companywide database
I don't think we're old enough to know if we're alcoholics at our age
My heart feels filled with warm water when I think of these things
My menage a trois
when you were words
Grow right out of your own body
something real hanging in the air
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
She practices her speech
It turns out wanting something doesn't make it real
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
The last girl I dated was a vegetarian. We couldn't go anywhere and so it just didn't work out.
Six String Samurai
menage à trois
Would I have hid myself away if I had known I'd never be found?
June 8, 2007
you breathe when your body makes you
Some words are harder than others
Max Dugan Returns
April 6, 2001
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