they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


it's one of those days where i'm listening to two songs.
passing afternoon by iron and wine.
poison oak by bright eyes.

on repeat.
just those two.
over and over and over and

and then you come over and ask me about things.
and even though you don't really know what to say,
you mean well.

you say i'll land on my feet.
i want to believe it.

then i think about yesterday, and i worry that i ate too many fries
and not enough substance
and that i wish the salad i brought for lunch was chocolate
and sushi
instead of boring
olive oil
and a green bell pepper.

so i try to write these headlines.
concepts for one of my last assignments

and i listen,
"there are things that drift away, like our endless numbered days."
and i delight in the irony.


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