and dress them in warm clothes again.
How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
I moved here from NYC a short time ago, moved back here to the vacuum that is MO. I grew up in SEMO.
I'm learning quickly that STL and NYC are very different. I suppose I expected a little more anonymity from STL. By the way, what high school did you go to? Ugh.
I love meeting new people. I don't close a door until I find out if it's worth walking through. Sometimes I just take a chance and jump through. So this, here, this OKCupid business, is just one of these doors. We'll see what comes.