17.09.06 - 11:36 a.m.

the moon really did look like a ship's hull last night and as he was sorry and i looked out the window i thought of you drinking alone in a bar. i thought of the tension that precedes our hanging up of phones, the hesitation of severing the only tangible tie we share. i daydreamed about walking in, sitting down next to you and saying little but i love you whispered in your ear. happy birthday, elvira. happy birthday, john. happy birthday, guy. happy birthday, us.

we're the birthday we're the birthday we're the birthday boy and girl
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