12.03.04 - 8:50 a.m.
why is it that i never question the motives
of the boys who try to arrange trysts across
the country at music festivals, who kiss me
haphazardly as im getting into my car and
ultimately give me the flu, who email me cryptic
one-liners like
i dont know why im like this, i just am
but
the ones whove done nothing but squeeze my
hand when i was crying, who sat on the other
side of the dimly-lit makeshift pirateship
full of alcohol and not offered me a drop --
those boys keep me up at night, wondering.