but first the more practical ones - endless bus rides, train rides, everything but bike rides when my wheel is bent from that careful collision, that entanglement of pedals frames limbs smashing to the concrete and we both emerged with scrapes and bruises but my two-wheeler is injured to the point of replacement, to the point of me and my two feet walking two miles at two in the morning past not one but two memorials for drive-by shooting victims (and what sort of place do we live in anyhow?) to end up with blisters on heels and bangs in eyes while we climb to the rooftop to watch smoke and songs drift up from below on red wine vapors and cigarette grins. collapse in the grass and roll our eyes at boys who don't get it, shake head arms feet hair fast fast fast and explode out into the night into the street making eyes at beauties on bikes. sure they all look the same but it's in the way we like them, tall and wispy and redundant.
please just be something new. someone unfamiliar. i want to take you on a date to that restaurant, the one where we'll sit on the patio and share horchata & chips, and i'll wear my new dress and you'll stare at my chest and afterwards i'll let you walk me home. i wish the sidewalk would melt. it's getting lonely here in this house furnished entirely with milk crates and rolling papers and postage stamps. i'm bedless and yr phone is unplugged and we haven't been home in decades. my birthday's kind of soon - don't forget to send a card.
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