big jet plane.

When I hear this song, I feel a balmy, Berkeley summer.

I feel you when you tried to get into bed with me. When I said, “We can’t,” you and our friendship as we understood it jumped out of that bed. I ran downstairs and away.

This song is the sunlight through the window and the burnt red of the structural support beams that crossed over our building.

It’s the taste of milk and tea with which I tried to wash out the bitterness and confusion.

I wish it didn’t happen as much as I’m sure you do.

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