Monday, March 14, 2011

Winter.

I remember the sound
Of your November downtown.
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you.
But I don't have to make this mistake.
And I don't have to live this way.
If only I would wait.

(It ain't mine, but this is the piece I always think of when I'm missing my pops.  This unprovoked emotional morning brought to you by Ortho Novum, the most complete estrogen fueled roller coaster available today. Ortho Novum: Go Fuck Yourself.)

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