Chanel Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2006
You don’t exist in the same way
that my wet skinprints didn’t
after the sun and the rocks at Arrowhead
pulled them in two
Except that you must,
as I remember the armchair that wasn’t
an ocean but close enough.
Now, when I think summer,
it is the way you walked into the grocery store
to buy club crackers and a two liter
piacular and silent, one hand
near the small of my back.
I took you to the mortar
and pestle, frame by frame, a canyon
full of negatives executed.
Sometimes I catch myself thinking otherwise.
Seriously. All of my friends have been so wonderful, supportive, helpful and all around fantastic. <3
Lay down with me.
Go on, tell me no lies, no lies.
Just hold me close
and don’t patronize me, don’t patronize me.
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, darling.