schematics:-a-love-story

Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, ‘You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!’ said the straight tree. He said, ‘I’m tall and I’m straight.’ And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, ‘Cut all the straight trees.’ And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.
—  Tom Waits, Wristcutters: A Love Story

Oh,
how I could write
volumes
about you,

you
and your effervescent
love,

you
and your
constant thereness
and all of its
implications.

Oh,
how the well
would run
dry
before I could explain.

Oh,
how it is
always
you.

—  Michelle K., A Love Story to Few.
a love story - part twenty-seven.

missing you has become a nightly routine.
i sneak out my door with a cigarette
tucked into the band of my pajama pants
and sit on a curb down the street,
inhaling smoke in hopes
that it will stain my insides with
something besides your name