Old scrap of paper

I wouldn’t stand up for hours
Like a child on the hard ground
It was you
And this house
I hope
Cause a cat ran by
And I’d like a cat again

My best friend
She makes a puddle of her things
A puddle of herself

717 14th Avenue, Calgary

I want to wake him up
I want to beat him up
Throw a restless dog on him
Then I’ll sneak out of the bedroom with bare feet over wooden floors
Playing house for only 1100$ a month
Crawl up into a blanket on the couch
Waiting for revenge in the form of affection
Maybe this backyard that I dreamt of
Sitting on the hard ground
Had been this one

Georgia said...

We're dressed beachy.

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