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[title] => 4
[time] => 2008-04-06 01:45:49
[hometext] => this is the fourth section of my book
[bodytext] => Movie night and the air was crisp, and I missed the herbs I used to grow in the backyard with the one man I loved the most, but despised even more She was new, hadn’t yet felt the calm waters of sweet, hadn’t yet begun the process of Taking your scars and pushing them into the deep, without a hook I hadn’t known her, although she seemed familiar, her eyes had the same kind of sag that I had when I first walked into these windy shores We became aquainted, she slept where I slept, she drank where I Drank, and it felt good to be apart of her She eased into the whole setting, with animal instincts, she surveyed the scene, kept to herself, ate her salad, drank her milk, watched on with eyes amazed Kind of like me Like I said movie night rolled around and she sat in the green chair, not knowing that I had claimed it from the very start I knew her so I didn’t say a thing Like when a guard (who isn’t cruel) lets the jailbird sit instead of taking his shower They watched the movie, I watched the splitting hairs, the swollen fingers, the bubbling wrists, the taped down feelings that weren’t shown because they were so Apparent And I Swear through the night air I could hear her saying, “help me” Of course that was my disease The movie went on for hours, I had to go to the bathroom during it so I walked up to the door and opened up my lungs, my heart, my nose Touched her bedframe, her pillow, her scented paper, the works Knowing that I would become this in a second Knowing that after the movie we would be doing more than talking Knowing that another example of my disease was looking at me square in the eyes, indirectly And I knew this and I liked it Had I plowed through cottonwoods at all? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 51 [informant] => juliestevens18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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