smoke and illumination [a valentine's day memoir]
February 15, 2007  |  Musings/Poetry

no linen napkins. no salad forks.
[crinkle of cereal bags]
the air is cold. hot tea.
[i stayed in the car, thank you]
wrong turn on main street.
[never listen to your wife's directions]
parking. walking. windy. stamp on right hand.
[should have left my coat in the car]
walking. again. windy.
[jaywalker]
illumination through the cigarette smoke
[holding your hand tight. drunken lovers quarrel]
don’t spend your whole life, waiting for your whole life

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4 Comments


  1. purple minivan
    [gas meter on "F"]
    carseats empty
    [no excuses]
    friends with jimmy, celebrate.
    [now itunes is ours]

  2. sitting in front of computer
    [confused]
    scratching my forehead
    [wondering what the heck you guys are talking about]
    emo rocks
    [but im not good at it]

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