hardwood floors and crown molding
run across that kitchen floor
run jump slide
underwear and knobby cold knees
dance dance dance
spin spin spin
I can smell your strawberry hair
and it reminds me
I'm so hungry that I want salsa
The winds are blowing
and it's not a metaphor
because tomorrow it is going to be thirty degrees

I just want to sit on the kitchen floor
with you and spin records
talking about how everything
is just as warm as the mugs
in our hands

And I know it's pretend and that dreams
are disgustingly sweet
it is not okay

So look up and not back
because spiders hang their webs
and we like to watch
creepy crawly and exciting
we love the strange

11/22/2012

Posted on 11/27/2012
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