Thursday, January 12, 2012

Find in my wallet the crumpled yellow post-it with her cell phone number,
Two years later and I am admiring the cute redhead TA gesticulating EKG findings,
Netgear router acting up again in my new apartment far removed from Bayside,
One year prior was the era of the half blood brunette whom you condemned as my rebound,
My wall has a 4x4 hole, a remnant of two failed attempts to hang up a bike rack,
Wonder who can mend that with plaster or whatnot,
Perhaps that redhead who lives down the street, no, not that redhead,
Patterns are eery and bizarre, two Parkers in the past two years,
Three Ericas, in three weeks, 4 days after Maria with a K,
And countless more faces which could be any other beautiful face.
'I-i-i-i love you like a love song baaaby'
Collegetown Bagels, IFC tower, Le Bain, Cubbyhole, Briscoe Library,
Ithaca is gorges, finance capital of the world, city of sin, fat antonio.
Syracuse would have been my death bed,
If not you driving up every week yearning to fix your arms in a chokehold,
It would have been some other charmingly deadly jewish american princess.
Tommy Trash on my Spotify, and I can feel in between my fingers blonde strands of the airy, Manchester-educated Czech,
Speeding 60mph on local Texas roads, blandness pervading my every view,
Waiting, hibernating, scheming, brewing something so deep and heavy and powerful,
That it brims below the surface, assured enough to keep quiet,
Gloating in everything in its current possession and what it already owns in the future,
Leatherbound journal and iTouch notes so silly and outdated,
Moments on international flights and cross country bus rides,
Just another painting on my wall of memories? Colors, points of references, models.
For we are building a house, all materials welcome and fundamental,
She glances at me, and again 34 minutes later, my pants want to grow tighter,
'So my friends are leaving now, but I love to buy you a drink sometime,'
Rewarded with a plethora of giggles and "A drink sometime would be lovely"
Sailboats on my wall, take me away with you as we sail this journey wherever the wind goes.

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