built a fort last night
out of recycled paper and beer bottles
i hid inside it for hours
studying my cigarette pack
and the way my beauty moves
which reminded me of you
and i made a collect call to philly
in sweet tired recorded voice you answered
so i left you this message -
"everyday i fear that a little of you escapes my memory
everyday i wish we still had our long talks inside dirty franks
everyday when i least expect it you come back to me
full frame, face flushed, with your words tickling the folds of my brain.
i love you my darling girl.
everything will work its magic and poof things just seem to stick.
this too shall pass."
i'm not sure if you heard me
not sure if you were really there
i wonder sometimes if you too build forts
and ponder your own lovely beauty
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