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Sh*t I Come Up With In Boring College Classes: Entry #1

I’ve been pondering a lot this morning… Cold nights, Cold water, Bright mornings, Kisses that taste like lemon juice, Lemon juice that tastes salty, Drifting out to sea, Drifting ashore, Drifting anywhere, Lemon cakes, Lemon cookies, Lemonade, Cookie cutter families with big houses that block the sun from their white kids untanned faces, My tan face, My white ass, My momma before she was admitted, Cherry stems, That one night stand, Mr. liquor lips, Mr. night stand, When I rolled out the haystack and found the needle sticking out my arm, When my toes dangled off the deep end but I cut my hair instead, When I called him Dad, When he called me Do I Look Like Your Father, That damn dog, That damn house, That summer day we met, That Blink-182 t-shirt you bought before she was your ex, That night, That nice waitress that hit on me at the breakfast of the morning after, Your slim hungry body, Your fingernails, Your lemon juice kisses, salty from the sweat dripping off our intertwined bodies, That message, My message, The cold shower I took that evening without you. It’s over… I’m going back to bed.

Love me like a sinner loves his day job.

Follow me off the deep end, Princess.

Voices tell her what to do.