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In honor of Blaine's entry, this something I wrote when I was 22 , on the bench in the mezzanine at Concordia, desperately trying to come up with a composition for that night's poetry class.
remember this one?
Sorry to get all 'livejournal' on you guys but here goes:
Highway
Two fistfuls of your hair
I'm trying to come clean
grainy afternoons
sifting though stories
It's like looking for the shells
with mussels still inside
Or digging to China.
All night we drove the same stretch of
highway along the water
looking for the perfect spot
to reveal everything
or bury the evidence.
Even now I remember
your head out the window
hair flapping like fortress flags
the locket around your neck
quivering like a minnow.
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6.24.2003
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