when we left your house in buffalo you gave us a stack of playboys from the 1970s. told us: a van of boys needs girlie magazines. you beautiful redhead you.
i bet you can whistle with two fingers. and if you cant, i bet you'd have fun letting someone teach you.
you are a back porch, a front stoop. a summer night string of lights. a summer night loud and quiet. a big back field of a party once the party has trickled down to the elbows and everyone is smiles and talking, watching the stars watch us from afar. fire and shine, fire and shine.
- Anis Mojgani
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Is that all you say anymore? Shall I poke you with a stick and see if you have ANYTHING else to say?
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