pg 48

August 13, 2009, 9:26 am
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my breath is your fault. remember? how when i first got here you said how nice it smelled, how surprised you could smell its freshness as you took my coat. and now, hours later, you sitting right beside me, turning your nose away, breathing out your mouth, i can see you there, your chest heaves up and down, you’re not fooling me. i can see more than that by the way. i can see the smallest piece of mashed potato ever fashioned to a beard strand, i watch your pores, see each one individually, i’m making eye contact with them. your pores. i’m having a better conversation with them than with you actually. they ask me questions about me. not just the obligatory jumping off points that you stoop to


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