only the sun and the pressure of god pressing down on us / not everyone is blessed with anxiety, I said watch out but you didn’t see my mouth open / she comes up and goes ‘looking for a boyfriend, is it you?’ they kiss and she says ‘mmmm’, moves down the hallway to the next man / ‘I can smell this on you’ / I asked if he thought I was a sad person and he said ‘no, not at all, I think you’re a happy person who gets sad a lot’ / I saw my friend as she was about to get off the tram and we had no time to speak, I touched her wrist and we kissed and she went down the stairs / see a kid pretend to punch out the window of a car / he’s like a fuckin’ cancer cough—what do you mean?—won’t let up and will probably kill you / fly high jason hurley + rip jason sprayed on the water tower in pink—mackie, parry, west / cigarette tucked into his hat in front of his ear / cropped jeans on boys / nylon jacket / coming down on the train on the way home / that open mouthed idiot grin boys do at each other / and only half the fire was burning because the rest of the leaves were green / my best moments were always with you, sleeping on rained out afternoons instead of working, waking up sweating in the newly cool room / still felt like a child waiting to be included in an adult conversation but there was no parent there to guide him in / she sings breathy like the air coming out of a tyre, so it’s quiet / and one time I saw the face of a man I didn’t know above me in my bed and I was afraid but I still went back to sleep / connection between car story and map story / see a man in a good cut suit with a woman he doesn’t think is his equal
girls calling girls / starts with constellation of a city / pulling a blanket over a car, a fitted sheet / songs about men who lie and leave / he rips the face of a woman from the poster on the wall / ‘run your mouth’ / she always says I’m talking to frances and frances always says I’m talking to my sister / cole with a woman / I don’t care what your fucking mother says, she doesn’t give a shit about you—don’t say that—cole it’s true, who cares if you eat pussy, none of our friends care—I know I know—well if you know then why are we talking about this again, I want to stay with you, I want to meet your sister—this isn’t a good house / the summer I was sneaking into the neighbour’s apartment to watch the nfl, making lists of the players’ names to use in stories / ‘sometimes he’s nice to me, and it surprises me’ / I’m calling you because you said to call sometime and I know you’re out or asleep … are you asleep … this is so funny I haven’t left a voicemail for ages … I wanted to tell you about tonight, so wild … I thought we’re going to get kicked out for sure … I was vomiting in the bathroom and p was in the toilet with me and she just started … just started shrieking about a man breaking up with her to cover the noises, and when we came out all the girls in the line made sad faces, and I put my arm around her… I guess I’ll call you tomorrow … wish you were awake / he says baby I’m bored, he says quit your job / what are the chances of two drunk drivers meeting on a road, two low lidded heavy breathed people who equally thought they could handle traffic