2008-10-20 - 3:18 p.m.

he always looks out of place, except when he's next to his wife

in the airport waiting for our flight to arrive, i kept sneaking glances up at you. you were reading alex la guma in carhartts and a flannel shirt, legs straight out in front and crossed at the ankles. i'm always impressed by the books i see in your hands - i know you're not reading them to impress me or anyone else.

because you're so laconic, your thoughtful gestures and dick moves are stunningly similar. at 6:15 on the dot, you looked at your watch, walked over and started pulling down my poster without a word. but i know you'd give me your jacket if i were cold, and i know we'll never have a real conversation about experiences and ideas.

to be friends, all we have to do is occupy space near each other.

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