Christmas at Fort Sumner 1880. Mozart was coming to town and I wanted to show Kim all about it. And I knew it was a hacked up version of those old songs I heard on the east coast, which was a hacked up version of what they/we/me heard…
We listened in the warmth of the candle light salon of a bar or stage… and she fell, fell asleep. Still the crowd of 50 or so people jumped up and down and cheered and clapped because they never heard anything like it… her eyes in and out like Novocain…
I was trying to show her Amudus, and I was trying to show the world her…
All the things I thought made sense, her making sense to me. And me tying to make that sense back to her, where I came from. She fell asleep… great.
It reminds me of a fight in grammar school, and the fights of everyday… I fought hard and thought that my opponent at that time respected me, but now realizing bigger things, that the bigger things don’t respect you. That kid never thinks of me, nor does Mozart…
but she does. Because of that I would like the world to know what she smells like, I want them to know that she likes pancakes. I want them to know that she snores. My importance is just big as them… and so is hers. Like a leap, a leap of faith. A car sliding across the ice, cutting loose. In love and all the weird things that fall upon your head at night thinking, fuck she is the one.
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