ich bin's

remember automatic writing? i do.

here it goes:

hit on the river don’t fold let the photograph wash away from my left hand fever i wish that you had been there to see the zucchinis turn to yellow digging as the rodents pass over and under and the boy that looks like a bunny doesn’t remember your name nor mine though he wishes that he had made out with me while he still had the chance and i met some other boy in a shitty leather/pleather jacket there inebriated on tequila and the unlikeliness of a seabreeze i wished for a carpet that was less geometrical and i took another round to see if i could find you i expected your height to give you away with your head lofting over the rest of the crowd and an e-mail popped up with a sound that is less sacred than previously expected there is little chance that i will attend i will be pacing and pacing and erasing all the things you said to make me small.