06.08.06 - 4:32 p.m.
i bet you could feel it from across the country, my mental packing and travel toward you. we could keep a williamsburg apartment, cluttered with old things and books, listen to records and only cook brunch. every other meal out. we might kiss people occasionally, but never for long and at arms' length we'd seem so much more functional than we actually are. we could stay beautiful. well dressed in every sense; better that way, and we could be happy by ourselves forever.