- 7th
- January
- 2012
College city
tiny pond
she and I we smoulder
the local swan
my amazon
with coathanger shoulders
When all your nights are starry blurs
will you remember me?
When all your friends are photographers
will you remember me?
I refuse
to reminisce
needle cracks and tape hiss.
Blue tattoos of
the things I miss
are they bruise or cicatrice?
Walking by your window, I called you for the first time
“yeah, the one who spilled my drink on you last night.”
and in my underlit apartment, you let me paint you by the flame.
I’ve painted you a hundred times and still can’t sign my name.
When all your nights are starry blurs
will you remember me?
When all your friends are photographers
will you remember me?








