20 March, 2005

Show Me

...why are you so far away? she said/ why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you....

"Look in the mirror."


"What do you see?"

Me, in your shirt.

"And nothing else. Don't you think that's sexy?"

A tiny shrug, a quirk of eyebrow.

Not particularly, no. But I'm glad you do.


Opening notes raise my spirits like a handful of helium balloons. Is it something intrinsic to this progression of chords that makes an uplifting sound, or is it merely associative memory?

I say "merely" as though associative memory were a trifling force.

(Just Like Heaven; Cure)

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