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somebody once
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i loved somebody once
the last thing i can remember
about myself
is my seventh year
i was abrupt
arrogant
and of course
antisocial
she was dark
hair pretty brown
wide eyes
beautifully thin
absorbingly graceful
i was seven
and i took her
piggy back riding
on my way back from school
through the woods
because she was so scared
of that old man
that mass murderer
with a sack
who knew what
he would do but
she felt safe close to me
on the way back from school
and i loved her ...
i was seven
and girls weren't so
self conscious
then.

 
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sorry brother
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'hey, what's your name?'

three fifteen
an afterhours club
in the city
of brotherly love

'say again?'

i'm way too drunk
i don't know how to handle this
i don't even have
an apartment
in the city
i can take her back
to fuck
i live 300 miles away
i don't know why
i came here

'i like your shirt
my friend has a painting
of the artwork on your shirt
...closer is my favorite album'

my brother taps me
on the back
says 'she wants to fuck you
do you want it
brother?'

in the city
of brotherly love

his girlfriend comes closer
touching her skin
on my arms
her legs
in vinyl shining
incontrollably
closer says
'i know what girls want
yes i do
as much as guys do
and sometimes even more
you should tell her your name
she likes you'

it's too late now
for the girl

i want the forbidden fruit.

.................................
chandra das
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Copyright © chandra das
September 1997

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