Laying naked in bed
A typical morning
You left for cigarettes
Milky-white anemic
Cheeks flushed with desire
A striking skeleton
Whose wild bones I love to kiss
You flourish best in light
Skin becomes transparent
A glow-in-the-sun form
The walking disco ball
Return to me now please
My arms are missing you
Whose person I love to love
I wrote this for my boyfriend. I write a lot of things for my boyfriend. He's got me under some kind of spell (bewitching, enchanting). While my English professor was discussing Melville's "Bartleby The Scrivener", I was constructing (and deconstructing) lines of poetry. I haven't written much since I've been home. Most of my time is filled with looking for work, spending time with old (and new) friends, and taking advantage of my open pool. Even though I've been home only two weeks, it feels like months. Time does not pass the same way in Jersey as it does when I'm at Goucher. My days did not blur together like they do now. The only thing that has remained the same is that I still go to sleep when the birds wake up.
On a different note, I beat a mosquito with a stapler tonight to Animal Collective's "Summertime Clothes". I found that rather fitting. I miss school. I miss consistency.
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