when you were mineHe never questioned his insanity.As he smoked his last cigarette, he thought of all the ways he could lose his faith. As he sat in the driver's seat, he thought of all the ways he could lose his mind. As he drove to her house in Manhattan, he thought of all the ways he could lose his life.His radio is playing, blaring some song from the 80's. He sings along to the few lines he knows, mimicking the sounds in the lines he didn't.His name is Drew, and he is in love.Her name is Janet, and he knows she is too good for him.Drew has his empty box of cigarettes shoved in his back pocket and the corner is constantly pressing into his back as he drives down the road. The road is gray and it reminds Drew of his father.The radio is blaring and the road is gray and Drew is in love.Time is running and so are the cars and trucks.And now the phone rings.He is reaching, reaching for it in his bags, and he takes a deep breath.He dives into the wide open world and she is talking to him in her s
take a breath.we took weight in each other's hands,and drank champagne from each other's glasses.fight the war, take a taste,write a song.you sigh.take a breath.we peel off our plastic fingernailslike we peel the skin off overripe fruit.porcelain girls with dyed yarn hairand sewn velvet hearts stitched to their sleeves.you take my breath.