Ready for what I think
shall be the millionth post
about a boy?
Yes? Then shall I?
I like the idea
of standing in my
kitchen, you and I,
talking.
You are leaning against
the kitchen sink,
drink in hand,
and I'm leaning against the
island, across from you,
arms gesticulating,
though in small motions.
We could laugh,
it'd be nice.
And in the middle
of the crowded hallway today,
there was some instance
and I got the chills.
That had never happened before.
I've never got the chills
from a thought of you before...
which is absurd,
it's horrible that this could happen.
I do not like that it's possible.
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