like being alone with company: a poem about listening to giles corey and driving home on a monday night
la-sonambula:
the first time we made eye contact
we were thirteen and it was in a sub shop
and she gave me the biggest stink eye
my pubescent eyes had ever seen. and
five years later her eyes are more empty
than they were then, in their naïve glory,
and she stares at me still but now
she does it…
Juullliiaaaa….
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