Variation XIII
I’m still mad you never asked what happened the day the cat shit on the bed.
The three of me and three of you I love are more. Wake up pretty mama! They are on their one way the way of they of them of the two of man I hate. “But they aren’t real,” she says foggy eyed.
Christopher Johnathan Robin Adams Jr.
It didn’t take long to know. Not because he told me anything personal and not because he wears it like some do. I felt in him the inside of you. It didn’t work for you to get away to reinvent yourself. When it works for this you you will never know I hope it works for you too. I feel in him the inside of you.
The sun has come up when I have my cigarette to say goodbye to the night.
Not what he thinks but how he thinks changes when he’s older she stops thinking.
All these little bitches aren’t the sexy ones and not so little after all. Within each body a stage where a heart would be a postmodern spectacle where elected shes and hes give lying he a chance. He to see if she cries and she to be. Believable in the eyes of “you drink too,” bitch hes.
It only took a few hours after arriving in White River Junction to blow born and raised minds. “I’ll leave a white river of junk on your chin,” he yelled!
He’s right to want me to say he’s right but we are never right.
Watch her stretch. I know what it’s like to work for hes with she most comfortable at parties. Smoke and coke and touch and thought if she died I’d die. Mistaken to work for hes working hes and shes watch her stretch. Long day? Long forever. If you see her stretch a she and think they’re sisters. If you see Egypt tell her I love her.
If he had that day he would’ve felt the earth hated him. If he had he would have. And all the precise ways he’s loved. She did things he did things not a thing to do. I like petting my cat on hardwood floors.
Let’s catch feelings. Throw yourself to me that I might…
Ride.
Never settle.
We exist but time doesn’t.
I think that love sounds pretty great.
I’d be happy for you to be in love with anyone.
You didn’t think about me when you gave me that letter.
And I was thinking about changing things.
Because I love you for who you’re not.
And I hate horses.
Or die.
Friend is a big word. I’ll keep you and for you. Shes or hes happy for you doing what you’re doing. It was hard for you and you cried.
Never nothing.