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In second grade, we did an experiment with static electricity We rubbed balloons on our heads, & stuck them to walls & kissing you is kinda like that My hair stands on end, I get shocked when I touch things & I want to tell you stupid stuff like, kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour It's like being shot with a dart gun made of hummingbirds that shoots darts made of hummingbirds & your lips are so soft, I can't actually tell when we are touching, like braiding hair underwater, like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows & clouds, & your favorite books When you kiss me, the cartoon devil & angel on my shoulder climb into my ears, like all of my neurons, & start ******* on my brainsteam If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter & if I were a Kia Sorento, you could drag me anywhere Kissing you is patient & impossibly slow, like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers, or cooking a turkey with a lighter You remind me of the time in second grade when Bethany Hopkirk called me a freak face & stabbed me in the arm with a pencil Cause kissing you is kinda like that, unhealthy & will probably result in disfigurement But baby, bring on the ****** scars & lead poisoning Cause when you kiss me, you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt You are the screen door of my childhood, all taste & swinging So full of holes you could never keep anything in You are every black eye, you're a semitruck & I'm a turtle with two broken legs, & a broken heart You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together, driving on four flat tires, playing frisbee at night with a saw blade Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window, exploding into a cloud of robins & reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers & when I can't kiss you, I try to find the static electricity in my apartment I dig around in light sockets, change lightbulbs with my teeth, & make out with the toaster & I know we've only been seeing eachother for a couple of weeks, But baby, when you kiss me, I can't remember my middle name, or which one is my left foot So come over tonight We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks, & we'll let our lips drift toward each other, like tectonic plates made... out of kittens
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Thirty Two . Static Electricity
In second grade, we did an experiment with static electricity We rubbed balloons on our heads, & stuck them to walls & kissing you is kinda like that My hair stands on end, I get shocked when I touch things & I want to tell you stupid stuff like, kissing you is a bundle of kittens colliding with my face at .5 miles an hour It's like being shot with a dart gun made of hummingbirds that shoots darts made of hummingbirds & your lips are so soft, I can't actually tell when we are touching, like braiding hair underwater, like napping under a blanket filled with rainbows & clouds, & your favorite books When you kiss me, the cartoon devil & angel on my shoulder climb into my ears, like all of my neurons, & start ******* on my brainsteam If you were a 300 pound professional weight lifter & if I were a Kia Sorento, you could drag me anywhere Kissing you is patient & impossibly slow, like peeling paint off the wall with glittery stickers, or cooking a turkey with a lighter You remind me of the time in second grade when Bethany Hopkirk called me a freak face & stabbed me in the arm with a pencil Cause kissing you is kinda like that, unhealthy & will probably result in disfigurement But baby, bring on the ****** scars & lead poisoning Cause when you kiss me, you are dangling me off a bridge by a belt You are the screen door of my childhood, all taste & swinging So full of holes you could never keep anything in You are every black eye, you're a semitruck & I'm a turtle with two broken legs, & a broken heart You are illegal fireworks falling down stairs together, driving on four flat tires, playing frisbee at night with a saw blade Kissing you is like falling out of a 37 story window, exploding into a cloud of robins & reappearing on the ground with my mouth full of feathers & when I can't kiss you, I try to find the static electricity in my apartment I dig around in light sockets, change lightbulbs with my teeth, & make out with the toaster & I know we've only been seeing eachother for a couple of weeks, But baby, when you kiss me, I can't remember my middle name, or which one is my left foot So come over tonight We'll shuffle around the apartment in our socks, & we'll let our lips drift toward each other, like tectonic plates made... out of kittens
Neil Hilborn
emily-ryen
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emily-ryen
28/F/USA
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
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