2005-04-20 - 1:01 p.m.
By aging,
I possess other people’s memories
recall things that never occurred.
The breeze through my window
is the beginning of summer
and makes me want to lie in a hammock
somewhere familiar
that I have never been.
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Two weeks until exams.
I wander the streets of Somerville
with a fever
squandering days
pondering Peckinpah
spent nights
avoiding self-destruction
with booze, weed, food, tv
books and articles
thinking thinking
until the pieces
don’t fit back together.
My public façade
requires maybe two hours
out of the day.
The first night
warm enough to wander
with no coat
belongs to me
until…
There is always something
to run from.
Without love,
there is no scaffolding
yet I need
what I belong to.
