Late in December, before Christmas break would separate us
we would coax our otherwise tender and anxious teenaged hearts out from their burrows, to hopefully capitalize on the emotions & goodwill of the season.
Mankind was advertised as being on it’s best behavior during this time and being young inductees into the self-coronated halls of heartbreak, we walked together.
She, much more beautiful and graceful than I...I
Maker of mixtapes, my heart stoking inside of my chest, an effulgent glow from a cauldron, within, the noble herbs and seasonings of romantic reasoning, the indirect heat gleaned from mother and sister stories, still campfire warm.
Nervously decided to buy the girl earrings at our school’s holiday fair.
MidWay quality jewelry, purchased this time with money
otherwise, acquired by a combination of money, marksmanship, and knocking down wooden milk jugs.
Mankind was advertised as being on it’s best behavior during this time and being young inductees into the self-coronated halls of heartbreak, we walked together.
She, much more beautiful and graceful than I...I
Maker of mixtapes, my heart stoking inside of my chest, an effulgent glow from a cauldron, within, the noble herbs and seasonings of romantic reasoning, the indirect heat gleaned from mother and sister stories, still campfire warm.
Nervously decided to buy the girl earrings at our school’s holiday fair.
MidWay quality jewelry, purchased this time with money
otherwise, acquired by a combination of money, marksmanship, and knocking down wooden milk jugs.
Leaf shaped flecks of tin, colored in harvest brown and yellow.
Late in December, in the basement of her parent’s home, she entertained fumbling advances.
Both of us standing still long enough, as to almost shout a willingness to concede,
my hand sneaking through straps of denim, on the small of her back, inside of her overalls
My heart, thrumming like a miniature sewing machine hurriedly printing the strange new fabric of reciprocated love,
Late in December, in the basement of her parent’s home, she entertained fumbling advances.
Both of us standing still long enough, as to almost shout a willingness to concede,
my hand sneaking through straps of denim, on the small of her back, inside of her overalls
My heart, thrumming like a miniature sewing machine hurriedly printing the strange new fabric of reciprocated love,
yards of this cloth, smothering my intellect like a man being piled upon at a re-birthing ceremony,
desperately and with abandonment, crushed under the softest anvil.
By January, the opiate of goodwill had lost it’s potency
the balcony scenes of us pretending love had been revealed as just that.
desperately and with abandonment, crushed under the softest anvil.
By January, the opiate of goodwill had lost it’s potency
the balcony scenes of us pretending love had been revealed as just that.
Well rehearsed & almost naturally timed vignettes, bearing remarkable resemblances to the source material. All of them immersed into a fog, brought on by the barometric pressure of brown bag lunches, Algebra tests, orthodontists and the death rattles of childhood.
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