| dented. i brought you two new yorkers with a bow on top to say happy birthday and the night ended and began with the dancing somewhere there and farther away — it is okay and i think of how the sex wasn't what i wanted — me and a new girl make plans for the middle east just like i've done with you and another and everyone has cancelled — wont' you let your guard down, maybe you have, maybe you never had one because it never mattered — i go home to my moldy moist infested apartment and we live in this city we take the metro after midnight and we all dance — i wanted more. i want i want i want. i'm sorry. dreaming of something else of nothing of everything. |