in my mind, i must have replayed everything on that night and the day and the night that followed it at least a hundred times.
everything from the minutest.
the disappearance of a friend; the frantic rushing of the bare feet from this corner of the club to the other end, the turning left and right of the head, accompanied by the wide open rapid eye movement drilling into the massive crowd, the weariness settled on the high chair, spilled food on the tables, spilled alcohol by the bar, spilled conversations in the air, the glistening pool, the golden light, the breeze from the far sea; and came you, the (assumed stolen) beach bag, the tshirt, the shorts, the three-letter name with the intial shared with more than one of my previous's, the hometowns that barely sleep, the drinking from the shiny black flask, the clicking of the talk, the flickering of the eyes, the curving of the lips into smiles, their wide opening into big easy laughs, the phone numbers, the party invite. the dead battery. the friend found, and quietly thanked.
the messages that said no rush. the patio next to a starbucks. a pair of jeans (grey?) this time but still a similar tshirt (also grey but leaning towards stone). new addition of aviators (ray ban?). black iced coffee, cigarettes, hiphop, cigarettes, jewellery worn, kidnapping, cigarettes, sports played, schools attended, cigarettes, families (the eldest children), weed smoked, this and that place trashed, cigarettes, destinations traveled to, etc. keep the list going.
the 'arm candies'. truffle fries, beer (one) and martini (several, uncountable, unaccountable) at the martini bar. favorite teams, movies and tv shows (new england patriots, brady and his high school, the sleepiness that casablanca never fails to induce, the introduction of breaking bad, favorite actresses: penelope cruz vs. jessica alba), cigarettes, music listened to (rock phase), schools attended (high school this time), families (the younger siblings this time), cigarettes, wine connoiseurs, foodies and restaurateurs, actual jobs (briefly), black jack at atlantic city, maybe pool somewhere as well, snow, driving under influences (snow and others), inspirations. the lips, the dreaming eyes, the palms, the fingers, the arms, the strands of hair gently wiped from the face and tucked behind the ears, etc. keep everything going.
the resting against the thigh (left). the craning of the neck outside the window. keep the cab going.
the washing provoked by the insomnia and you. the immediate loss of at least 4 pounds in the morning.
in my mind, i must have replayed everything on that night and the day and the night that followed it at least a hundred times.
somehow, i wish i could relive everything (maybe with you, preferably with others) on that night and the day and the night that followed it once, again and again.
everything from the minutest.
the disappearance of a friend; the frantic rushing of the bare feet from this corner of the club to the other end, the turning left and right of the head, accompanied by the wide open rapid eye movement drilling into the massive crowd, the weariness settled on the high chair, spilled food on the tables, spilled alcohol by the bar, spilled conversations in the air, the glistening pool, the golden light, the breeze from the far sea; and came you, the (assumed stolen) beach bag, the tshirt, the shorts, the three-letter name with the intial shared with more than one of my previous's, the hometowns that barely sleep, the drinking from the shiny black flask, the clicking of the talk, the flickering of the eyes, the curving of the lips into smiles, their wide opening into big easy laughs, the phone numbers, the party invite. the dead battery. the friend found, and quietly thanked.
the messages that said no rush. the patio next to a starbucks. a pair of jeans (grey?) this time but still a similar tshirt (also grey but leaning towards stone). new addition of aviators (ray ban?). black iced coffee, cigarettes, hiphop, cigarettes, jewellery worn, kidnapping, cigarettes, sports played, schools attended, cigarettes, families (the eldest children), weed smoked, this and that place trashed, cigarettes, destinations traveled to, etc. keep the list going.
the 'arm candies'. truffle fries, beer (one) and martini (several, uncountable, unaccountable) at the martini bar. favorite teams, movies and tv shows (new england patriots, brady and his high school, the sleepiness that casablanca never fails to induce, the introduction of breaking bad, favorite actresses: penelope cruz vs. jessica alba), cigarettes, music listened to (rock phase), schools attended (high school this time), families (the younger siblings this time), cigarettes, wine connoiseurs, foodies and restaurateurs, actual jobs (briefly), black jack at atlantic city, maybe pool somewhere as well, snow, driving under influences (snow and others), inspirations. the lips, the dreaming eyes, the palms, the fingers, the arms, the strands of hair gently wiped from the face and tucked behind the ears, etc. keep everything going.
the resting against the thigh (left). the craning of the neck outside the window. keep the cab going.
the washing provoked by the insomnia and you. the immediate loss of at least 4 pounds in the morning.
in my mind, i must have replayed everything on that night and the day and the night that followed it at least a hundred times.
somehow, i wish i could relive everything (maybe with you, preferably with others) on that night and the day and the night that followed it once, again and again.
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