blackwood

i'm rough on the keyboard. i like the old things. old things for me.

there was a girl. four years ago we knew each other in bed. tonight we know each other better.

she has such small shoulders. we have such bad habits.

she's tougher now than she was, and more tired looking. but she's also calmer, looks around more often. when she looks at me i like it.

she breaks the strings on my guitar trying to tune them while i fuck around with bad cables. we smoke. she empties her purse on my couch looking for something.

her small hard shoulder bumps into me, and she looks out the open door every other minute. I keep thinking she's gonna run for it, and then she'll turn and hug me and say she loves me.