My iPhone starting strumming harp strings before nine this morning. The ringtone for my girlfriend, Krystee.
"Random House called," she exclaimed, voice all a tremble.
Hello out there.
This is my first memory
surely it was you
I was not dreaming
you
in my room
in my bed
between my legs
it was your neck
your chin
your jaw line
I'm sobbing
open the book of deep night
to the
page where the
house settles
creaking bones
the smell of jasmine
draws a
translucent canopy over my
<
During lunch hour, black converse one-star high-tops
hang out behind the gymnasium smoking
Newports cut with pot and teenage angst.
I am Oz
great and powerful
come with what you want, I'll
give you what you need
looking back, I
carry you forward
eyes in the back of your head
Why buy a beer?
