.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

3.09.2003

you picked me up and
spun
me
around
and we fell down together
laughing
in the doorway
on strips of your torn denim seams
that i stuck in your back pocket
and you left on the countertop when you walked out the door.

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