Memory

10 Aug

I fell asleep on you, on Chris’s couch. I was in between consciousness and not, and you kept saying, “You don’t hit women.” I drooled on you. You said it was okay. Then I woke up for real and someone drove me home.

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2 Responses to “Memory”

  1. Kelly Benzin August 11, 2011 at 1:58 am #

    i’m going to assume the weather inspired this one.
    much.love.

    “I PICKED A TRIFECTA!” god i miss that kid…

  2. No mittens, no pie August 11, 2011 at 1:35 pm #

    I am sure he is just as insufferable now as he was then. Just less cute, probs.

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