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i hope you can remember me

chubby and between your legs



you are the dream and the romance

and i am not ready for all the experience

that goes with the dream and the romance



i think i am already gone as you try to sleep

and i can not because i know i am already gone



for all the sadness i want one gift

and perhaps this is it



listening to my pencil drag across

the page in the dark

i think i will sleep if i can write



the words will free me of my thoughts



i am the biggest baby in the world

if i do not laugh i can not scare the sadness



i am writing in the dark

when i want to explode

when i want to hold you

and make love to you

but i think we both know from now on

that will only be physical and graphic

my finger up your ass and you coming



the pencil makes a scratching sound

against the page



i want to giggle

i am writing in the dark

and keeping mischievous

little secrets that are mine



i scribble in the dark

thinking it will make me famous

and you will adore me

i know it's not true, but to think it

is all i need with the street lights

that flow through the holes in your blinds

like holes in your period underwear



i am giddy

better than recording dreams

are notes in the dark



writing notes in the dark

is like sleeping in another bed

where our emotions don't tangle like

the woven basket art above your futon



sadness packs tears in my car

forgetting to bring snacks for the drive



you startle



my writing has irritated you

now i must sleep



where we exist in two different worlds