25.JUNE.2011
7:21P

my heart is in one thousand places.

you hide me from your wife - the one you wish you didn't have, the one who may or may not be pregnant - like something has happened. you give me that i'm-playing-this-down smile and say, "you know how i feel about you." (do i? does it matter?) i stare at the space two inches above your wrist, all worn-in colors, washed ashore, biting my lip, wishing your hand wasn't so close.

and he asks me, indirectly, when he'll see me again. a snake and a liberty bell, beautiful eyes and an inside joke. creating a soundtrack for a night of summer driving.