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Tonight I went to a dinner party for a best old friend

and he made chicken in the oven and with tiny tomatoes and tiny asparaguys

and I sat across the table from an old still someone from teen years,

but with his two parents flanking us,

and I practiced with knife & fork to shred the thigh

this little juice thigh, and I also thought I don't know how to cut meat from the bone

because I was so meatless for so long

& I like chicken only twice, now

so nothing I think like would be perfect bacon

I listen to this song by adele a lot

where she walks through paris

on the rain bridges

with the jawbone & the cheekbone & the buttchin

looking sad like crying sad

like sad crying sad

sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead

The dinner conversation, how to kill a chicken how a grizzly kills a fish don't you gut a fish before you eat it, don't you pluck a chicken once it's dead?

I thought your parents were great. I liked the creamcheese frosting

My eyelashes rainwiping the insides of my glasses

if you call me I will answer,

if you call me I am calling you back

and I am talking to you for a million years

I came to my room & opened the door

and I found a smell to trap

sorry if you think that's gross, but the odor is in my top five.

I was afraid of the bedroom, waited till 9

I was afraid of the bed

I was afraid of the bedside wine box

I was afraid of the pillow, the pillow we stole and wanted & somehow sometimes shared

I was scared of one side of the bed

I am afraid to go into it

but I came and in the dark breathed it all in, pillowed

& filled with scents of another other than me

and you & me
and I am afraid more that should it not become an artifact
a museum room
in all its dust
and fur
and hair
and debris, and all of the soak in it
I'm taking pictures with the fingers on my face
& the fingers in my nose
in snaps and little licks

I washed my hair today, but it is not a better person for it

it is better though

oh, sea

Oh not to know,

recalcitrant 

to romanticize a trust, throwing a blanket over an obstinate

until dead.

Belief in the baby.

I won’t regress from my human intention, to want you, to come here.

Only to look forward at some next circumstances unforeseen. When anyone seen again.

and every trust in his eyes. To get a person with such feelings once again. Looking straight at us &

out of this.

An attitude flame, (whether or not you knew) : (this was your idea) renascence upwards. All for you know I’m not dormant. In true, he was captivated because I am a twist, I'm reticent.

It will happen at one night, revealing there’s no way an awayance can be from anyone. seduced unintentionally into thoughts, a someone so happens in such away, feelings can't readily be believed.

Needs for anyone, and then then someone unpredictable, this is happening. Relating to need to be need to be. Hours later, so close a cry. A triangular bone is gone, there will be another pacific: she pulled back. You won’t really know the sea.