Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Lydia

He learned to drive a train of thought
that crashed into the rubber house
they made out of their love that
made itself after their first date.
He's jogging his memory,
hoping to give himself a reversal
of fortune that he couldn't find
in a haystack next to a needle.
He's got a prominent Adam's apple, which
he gave to his schoolteachers, hoping
he could pass his classes just like
he did with opportunity when it knocked.
She kept telling him to open up,
but she never really knew,
no, she was uninformed,
on what happens
behind
closed
doors.

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