this may sound weird...
but I remember the smell
of your apartment
in Lindenhurst.
I remember the light
and the shadows.
I could draw the bookshelf
with my eyes closed.
I'd like to see you sometime.
I've never ridden your motorcycle
and I really would like to hang on the back,
but we both have to be shirtless,
especially across bridges.
this may sound weird...
but the last time I saw you
was at The Antlers show
in 2011 at the Music Hall of Williamsburg
after which I don't remember what we did.
I like talking to you,
texting you.
Update your blog.
It's been too long.