April 13th, 2008

you're all folded up like some love letter in a drawer, inside my desk at my parents house. too big to pack into boxes, load into a van, drive up the coast to my new beginning. knocking the nails out of the wood planks on the floor of our new apartment, it reminds me of knocking out your eyes. eyes on my back when i leave, eyes in mine when you catch me off guard, some nonsense i can't quite comprehend. i've always gotta sit down to take it, like a sucker punch my best friend threw in the middle of some fraudulent fight. she got me in the stomach, she put me on my knees. take it like a shot of whiskey, burning the entire way down, sitting on the floor with a girl who's got hair down her back, she's screaming some quote, waving her arms in the air, calling on summer dresses and sand dunes. her voice sounds just like the crisp crackle of a record, the ones we listened to in summer, on my couch, the T.V. was muted. molly ringwald was dancing in a pink dress, she was crying about something, but the only thing coming out of her mouth was a lyric to Big Country.