Thursday, March 20, 2008

it’s one of those meeting-John-Darnielle-
in-a-New-York-City-burger-joint-with-a-
strawberry-shake-in-one-hand-and-
fries-stained-fingers-on-the-other
moments –

when you have to let go
of your cheeseburger and offer
greasy lips as your last resort
smile, while he hangs by the swinging
door, trying to forget that he had pretended
your name was easy to remember

and he’s coffee, and you’re
milkshake, both heading
straight to hell
in a lincoln continental
where he will certainly refuse
to serve golden boy peanuts

and then we remember that
there is breathing involved
and we open
once again
to let the impossible
in
.
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