'i'd use that girl
to define a time when leather
jackets were in, and out, then
but he'd always stop after 'i'd use that girl'.
i'd look at him and say
'why do you play if you can't come up with anything?'.
that was when i was 20. i'm
i saw my first lesbians on my 21st birthday.
i think their middle fingers were broken; they
just stuck them up when
i asked to see them kiss.
my friend leaned over and told me they
weren't the 'good kind'.
i lost my virginity
a few weeks later to one of those lesbians. i told
my friend i'd use that girl to define
the good kind. he laughed but,
i was serious.
just last week i made a girl cum with just my
words. she left her coat in my
room, but she said i talked too much so,
i didn't tell her. i dropped the coat off on her
porch the next day.
on the way back i thought about how
strange the city is and how its changed me, but
i'll always be a little naive;
there's got to be more than just
me. maybe a goofy girl who
sings from her heart back at me,
when i chirp at her. who will laugh when
i tell her our hearts are bluebirds but