her scent is all over my hands. i notice this as i bite my nails. i stand up. i sit down. there is no graceful way to exit the scene. i avert my eyes because i can't come up with anything painless to say. if i could change just one thing. if only i would just fade to black.

we're all 30 here. we grew up in the back seat of a vw bug. we breakdance. we're footloose. we remember the day that lennon was shot. we were not there but we're only half here and remain half empty. that surefire recipe for an 8 hour party: cyndi lauper and lsd.

you said you wish that we could go back to the start. i say i wish we could go further than that. i can hardly touch you now but i could make out with you after class.