Tuesday, June 28, 2011


When I was in college
The first time
I had a friend graduate
Good friend
Talked with her hands
Looked at me when I talked
Bought me beer
Took me to horse farms
Put make up on me before shows
She got a job right away working with puppets in Romania
Someone died
She found God
She was that girl that a million people loved in a million different ways
We were the same size
She left nearly all of her clothes in garbage bags outside my door
For the next couple of months every time I walked into a room
Someone left crying

Threaded deep,
Skin Toast

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