Archive for August 29th, 2007
you always go to the parties
i wore a red russian trapeze coat the night we met
he told me he had a mechanical heart
i asked to touch his chest.
on our second date, i never appeared.
the red house painters (song for a blue guitar) played inside.
i left his book on the doorstep
and we never saw each other again.
(recalling an old memory as i listen to beach house)
