boy, I don't even know my own coordinates
what really happened may not have a happy ending
I almost lay there unconscious
he told me to bend the rules but I end up with them breaking
spilled ink on the floor and eraser shavings in unknown places
rolled up paper, tossed aside, rolled up tissues, he made me cry
he filled me high, he made me fall, these are my drafts, of him and I.
