Friday, February 16, 2007

there is a cigarette waiting for me, so i must be brief.

we talked.

fuck. we talked.

it made things better and harder. as if difficulty was a measure of worth. better. much harder.

he was as i remembered. smart. capable. though he lets things hit him harder than he should: maybe.

we talked and talked. i drank. he drank water. my gut hurts, but not for the same reason.... oh no. not for the same reason.

it's waiting, so i will give it breath.

b b i a f l a s h

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