my roomate is the guitarist
i am her mexican
she tilts her hed
i could outline her cheekbones
aginst our blank dorm walls
the cd is distorted
she has playd it too much
the guitarist
stops to blo on her burning fingers
i am her mexican roomate.
watching her out from underneeth
my fringy blanket.
9-29-04
friends even though we're roomates
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