novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- see you in the morning nathan c is seventeen and barely four feet tall. every day he comes to school carrying a plastic animal, usually a horse or a dinosaur. he is a fragmented juke box that skips through songs and plucks out lines before pasting them into different melodies. we come together like birds of a feather shake your friends hands its time to go people try to put us down just because we get around help i need somebody help not just anybody who put the bomp in the bomp dee bomp dee bomp? when he starts pinching or taking his shoes off, i sing to him my favourite beatles song and wait for the recognition to dawn on his tiny face. there are places i remember all my life but some have changed some forever not for better some have gone but some remain our feet and hands are the same size, but his eyelashes are twice as long as mine, bursting from his eyelids in ramrod straight lines. when he looks at me it is like a curtain lifting. 12:21 am - 03.15.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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