well here i am again.
high ceilings, king bed
"congratulations!" (he just got engaged, an aside to me)
i make eyes with d, trace the doorframe
think again about how i keep running far far away
from everything and everyone else, what they're doing
"they're all out, they're having picnics," or whatever seinfeld says about saturdays
i'm out djing to two friends dancing drinking whiskey from a water bottle
dreaming about your mother
dreaming about your hands
and waking half reaching for you
in the crack between my eyelids and the real world waiting
you're here, finally
and i'm normal, finally
and i want what you want you want what i want...
but then it's gone, you're gone,
i keep reaching
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