when james says, "hey go get me that, kid," i smile at
the moniker, the request, i go get him that (kid)
and he doesn't even have to ask sometimes sometimes i'll just
go get him that
because i want to get him things
because waterfalling and valentines day and red roses
because lips and hair and eyes
all of the things that make me romantic and self destructive
and i go get him that (kid) i'll never stop and question myself
because why would i when it feels good
none of us can decide i sure can't decide about
is it better with the trees and the clouds and the green things
or the hair and the eyes and the lips and the waterfalling and the
saint valentine stuff, they're not exclusive but they're not
inclusive either, rumbling rocks blown-out down and far away
maybe it's all just a goddamn avalanche of stuff-stuff-stuffing myself
with words and feelings and--
oops.
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