faelanbryn

. was it louis armstrong’s raspy voice or your elegant anatomy scratching record grooves into my vinyl spine? my left hand, a nervous needle twittering upon the wasteland; my tongue skipping zigzags   across your conversation. did you dance because it was somebody’s wedding, tell me this song was your favorite because we trundled like freight trains, say my hair looked nice    because it wasn't? still, i felt electric.    now why is it i think    of you nineteen years later,    nose-choked, soap-eyed,    bated breath in bathwater?    i don’t know where you are, who    you’ve loved, th