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||[Jul. 29th, 2005|07:31 am]
This new laptop-|
My fingers flirt with the mouse
sending me to the end of a thought,
the beginning of a question.
I need a cigarette but I broke the habit-
started drinking Red Bull:
looking like a common crack head on Cedar Road,
the corner of Warrensville, the end of Superior.
In the break of a week,
Anthony has lost his life, he says,
I say, he has taken on a third relapse.
Start from day one, his day six.
Our days spent thinking of cigarettes, cleaned ash trays,
Conversations at Truffles seem jagged, confused,
eyes linger over tables, into cups, through broken sugar packets.
Anthony is reading the paper, "Survivors of Incest meet Thursdays."
Random suggestions, "movies at Cedar Lee."
Our new lives flash on a screen, you,
looking at me, me, looking at you,
throwing the idea of cigarettes into cool air
under these rainbow lights.