onsdag 16 mars 2011

mr petersen

My work came back from class with notes attached of a place and time or how my body kept him up at night. He let me smoke weed in his truck if I could convince him I loved him enough. Enough, enough, enough, enough. He made me a tape of Joy Division. He told there was a part of him missing. When I was sixteen he jumped off a building. Mr Petersen, I know you were ready to go. I hope there's room for you up above or down below.

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