Monday, August 18, 2008


I hugged you and my arms were not tight
I had forgotten
what you felt like and I've never been good at

We talked.
We talked about the time when it was us
against the "world"
That time when I was inconsolable
and needed to talk my way through
We got to the meat a few times:
Sex with boys and girls
Sex that was confusing and disabled. Ha!
We talked about being not necessarily
old, but definitely wise.
We talked about hanging out that this supposed
new Quad
We talked about our physical attributes
We talked about frowning unfortunate women
and feminism and our own bleeding hearts

The second time I hugged you
You felt familiar. I believe I got better at it.
Now, I believe we are reacquainted.

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