- 12th
- April
- 2009
![[Part Two.]An anchor. Then you’re doing disgusting things like drawing hearts on your wrists and kissing at stop lights. Smiling at the word home. I do not recognize this girl, either. I don’t remember which state I buried her in. Nevada, perhaps. Or New Hampshire, more than likely, under a birch tree or some lilacs. She is loud. Waking up. She tries to shout down streets and I have to remind her that it’s too soon. When he is away, the waves are harder to manage again. I’m counting days. I haven’t had to count days in a very long time. I understand how fortunate I am. How I have whole lists of things to miss. Sleep sounds, green and blue.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/FGlbrnBt2m7zj636rq5VjXA8o1_500.png)
[Part Two.]
An anchor. Then you’re doing disgusting things like drawing hearts on your wrists and kissing at stop lights. Smiling at the word home. I do not recognize this girl, either. I don’t remember which state I buried her in. Nevada, perhaps. Or New Hampshire, more than likely, under a birch tree or some lilacs. She is loud. Waking up. She tries to shout down streets and I have to remind her that it’s too soon. When he is away, the waves are harder to manage again. I’m counting days. I haven’t had to count days in a very long time. I understand how fortunate I am. How I have whole lists of things to miss. Sleep sounds, green and blue.
