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12 October 2009 @ 12:48 pm
- Brian Trimboli

I was young once. I dug holes
near a canal and almost drowned.
I filled notebooks with words
as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun.
I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction.
I spent a summer swallowing seeds
and nothing ever grew in my stomach.
Every woman I kissed,
I kissed as if I loved her.
My left and right hands were rivals.
After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my parents’ house
at least twice a year. No matter when you receive this
there was music playing now.
Your grandfather isn’t
my father. I chose to do something with my life
that I knew I could fail at.
I spent my whole life walking
and hid such colorful wings.
liquidmoonliqthemoon on October 12th, 2009 07:55 pm (UTC)
Oh. I like it so much.
I think I may swipe it to post myself, mainly so I can go back to it and read it later.
Chad: writechad_etc on October 12th, 2009 09:14 pm (UTC)
Yeah, and those last two lines especially? Brilliant.
liquidmoonliqthemoon on October 12th, 2009 09:17 pm (UTC)
EXACTLY. But i also sighed (in a good way) at "every woman i kissed, i kissed as if I loved her."
Meditacious_bmeditacious_b on October 13th, 2009 04:20 pm (UTC)
Wow, beautiful. Those last two lines are heartbreaking.