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They recall far too well They keep count of the exact amount of milk and sugar in her Earl Grey tea. They take note of how she won’t allow bar fruit to swim in her drink. They catalog the precise shades of white, pink and red. They never forget a body or face. They were unobservable last night at dinner with so much light mirroring the windows Completely unnoticed while we staggered between the bums and youth of downtown. When we danced, when she laughed, with her cool fingers slick on my skull, when the downstairs neighbors banged on the ceiling when she said that I was…, I was alone with her. But this morning, too many hours after cocktails, with her skin fuzzy bright all the sun leaking in, I could feel the metallic glint of their stares. Close but not too close. not close enough to hold on to but close. When they took the air, I could feel black feathers beating my ribs. The crows, they know and always remember. We eat breakfast at the diner two blocks up the street I shew shewed them away while she was distracted reading the menu but I saved the crust of my toast to feed them later.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Symbiotic of a ******
They recall far too well They keep count of the exact amount of milk and sugar in her Earl Grey tea. They take note of how she won’t allow bar fruit to swim in her drink. They catalog the precise shades of white, pink and red. They never forget a body or face. They were unobservable last night at dinner with so much light mirroring the windows Completely unnoticed while we staggered between the bums and youth of downtown. When we danced, when she laughed, with her cool fingers slick on my skull, when the downstairs neighbors banged on the ceiling when she said that I was…, I was alone with her. But this morning, too many hours after cocktails, with her skin fuzzy bright all the sun leaking in, I could feel the metallic glint of their stares. Close but not too close. not close enough to hold on to but close. When they took the air, I could feel black feathers beating my ribs. The crows, they know and always remember. We eat breakfast at the diner two blocks up the street I shew shewed them away while she was distracted reading the menu but I saved the crust of my toast to feed them later.
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
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