So I wasn't really sure how to start this sort of self-indugent homage to the inner workings of my head (filtered through writing), and banging out something new off the bat seemed daunting and I am a bit of a scaredy-cat when it comes to those things. So I cheated. Here is an old poem (remember poetry?) that I wrote a long, long time ago (college I think). You can make fun of me and I can say a lot has changed since then but it hasn't and lying is exhausting.
Winner
I remember early morning staring contests
You always won
Your black and gold jacket, silver cadillac
I used to trace out my insecurities on your skin
You always won
Lying awake, counting your ragged breaths
in time to the traffic sounds outside
I never slept
I remember smoking a cigarette at the
edge of your bed, eyes dry face wet
terrified that you would see me
then realizing you never would.
