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I never fully understood why it was called spooning until it was just you and me, a pile of clothing, on your bedroom floor. And we are so close to the same size that everything lined up so perfectly. We fit together like two matching spoons atop of one another in a kitchen drawer.

Once, when our love was still new we went to Knotts Berry Farm None of the roller coasters we went on hit me quite as hard as the pirate ship or sea dragon or whatever it was called I felt for sure that I'd fall off and tumble to my death. You grabbed my hand and told me not to stop looking straight into your eyes Everything became blurry, except for you I closed my eyes. I couldn't handle how honest our connection was or far off the ground we were The first time you broke my heart I sat on y...

The first time we said I love you the words felt so fragile that I could barely get them out. I was afraid that as soon as they hit they air they would shatter Or worse, disappear all together I was careful to treat them as if They were an antique Christman ornament Placed carefully on the highest branch Of the tree When you repeated those three glorious words My heart disloged from my throat It grew wings And floated right out of my body The words didn't seems so fragile anymore They seemed...

You must have been surprised When you were cooking something That smelled slightly vile on the stove And you made the sixty degree turn And I was sitting in your sink Defrosting like a slab of meat Before you could ask I answered "I'm waiting for you." So you took me on drives down Newport's Coast Where you talked about Chomsky And I talked about piggies And other dumb shit like that You pointed at the sky line Full of waves and clouds and rocks And said "I bought that for you" I smiled and ...

I'm just a rag doll In the corner or your room Slumped over lifeless Sexless Like two socks in a poem That you wrote once In a metaphor that has Nothing to do with me I'm just a lone red sock Without a mate that you Accidentally threw in A load of laundry with all Of your white T-shirts And when you take them Out they'll all be a Pepto-Bismal pink Now you have two choices: Throwing everything away Or Never forgetting me