| anniversary diana is throwing up in the kitchen sink and i am somewhere between god
and the pitter patter of our paper heart folding in and out of sync with
the classic vinyl i so typically insisted upon listening to and
goddamnit i’ve got the itch like razor burn irritated by stiff denim
and stubborn, summer, sunlight greenhousing my dusty oldsmobile
with no a/c as i haul ass to chicago and back to get diana so we can
celebrate six months of casually fucking each other and each other’s
friends until oops! i’m in love and what better way to show it than
burning our brains together and dancing with white light like lou
says, “i know she cares about me, i heard her call my name,” and then my
mind split open and she jumped inside with lotion for my chemical
burns and love love love to fix me right up
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