forgotten
2004-02-11, 4:30 p.m.
not gone... simply forgotten... piled up in mountains of ash-snow in supermarket parking lots... no one notices you now... only when you fell from the sky. only when you were beautiful. and white. forgotten. like yeterday's fifth of whiskey when cursing the hangover. not. fun anymore. you just don't feel the same way today.
you were better... when you were damaged goods. drinking from the lips of a thousand strangers on bourbon, on your knees for me in the alley, sobbing down decatur, drawing the roads that lead to new orleans on your shins in the bathroom floor.
i have misplaced my ability for sound... must've slipped away when i was clawing your fingers from my throat...
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