before :: after

every small town has its own cast of characters;

i think back to seven years ago. nine years, ten years, eleven

i used to like to listen to Raffi's Christmas album, on cassette. i still would if i could find it,

if i could find a player that wasn't obsolete.

obsolete. obsolescence. i think i made that word up.

it's funny how the color fell from my face after the last kiss you gave me.

funny how, if i would've known that that was it, i would have drawn it out.

you are more miles away than i care to count.

this is not about you. this is about me, about my loneliness, my weakness, my strength. my tenacity.

this has less to do with how you taste than it does with the little space inside me

the ready parts

that dormant distress you nudged just long enough to wake up.

you did this to me, but i did it to me.

you are probably the most physically attractive man i will ever kiss.

i don't want to have to make comparisons, but

you, without even trying, have made my life a lot more difficult.