15 june 2010

Posted on June 15, 2010


We take the blue line into town, our purple neon city.
The streetlights and Christmas lights are her jewelry
and we are her blood cells as we arrive through the tunnels.
(It’s always prettier than I remember, and I always feel like I’ve been gone for years.)

I sit on the stairwell and talk to a french boy who changes seats for me
He asks me if I remembered to bring his floral pattern glove with urgency
like I forgot a prophecy told to me as a child.

And while we wait on the pavement for the accident to be cleared
the top of my arms are sweating and I feel like I’ve misplaced something.

And even if it is all just nonsense, I still saw your face.

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