thoughts on today, 4-12-2009

i thought about writing something all philosophical, about how and why people come into our lives, and how it ties into a universal consciouness, but i thought that this would be more fun. so here you go.


(some things that haven't happened)

be my magnet.
if i have tiny metal shavings under my skin
i want you to be the one to pull them out.

we'll put our heads together and share our memories
silently
like really old films
(insert words here)
we'll hear our brains
like pianos
keeping up with racing eyes
and charlie chaplin
stopping time
to make us laugh.

she brought along a pocket full of sand.
"it's important, because it's gritty."
she said it was from the place where she grew up.
in the bottom of a shot glass, she poured the whiskey. and then a pinch of sand.
"what's that?"
"it's my home. it's me. it's where i learned to swim."
the moon turned the whiskey silver. it tasted like being born,
learning algebra, and memorizing shakespeare.
she kissed me on the mouth.
she wanted to taste it, too.