3.31.2009

"…because watching her face as she recites the movie playing in the background is infinitely better than watching the movie itself."


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i love her…

…and those split second fissures where she offers half-understood secrets. the hotel room, seventeen floors above any waking life, two hours to sunrise city traffic. i kissed her tears, silent and small, not to condemn and remove them, but to show i find them precious.

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i love her…

…and the art she makes. her style is a harsh mix; gradeschool idealism with darkerside symbolism. checkers and flatlines, vitals and halos. childlike, disturbing. for my birthday she gave me one of her pieces. it was my favourite gift.

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i love her…

…and when we kiss, it still feels the same as the first time, the magnetism, that pull, the way my stomach drops clear out, down to the floor, and she catches me, my breath, and with both hands holds me from falling harder.

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i love her…

…because when i bring over a $50 bottle of vodka in the shape of a crystal skull, she knows to laugh. but i love her more because then she puts it in her freezer next to the chicken fingers and takes pictures.

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2 comments:

the art of being ______ said...

this is SO wonderful. wow.

heyyy chloe said...

tomorrow is national pb & j day:)

just wanted to let you know that.