and I guess this is the second part
in which we smoke cigarettes at midnight
an it is cold
not like in alaska
but cold
& the smoke looks like our breath is freezing.

I miss your jesus hands.

these hands

miss yours.

july slipped away from me.
august had me holding on tight.
september pushed and shoved me.

october was a mess.

still got some stardust
in my pocket.

l’esprit del’ escalier {french}

-idiom

1. the feeling you get after leaving a conversation when you think of all the things you should have said.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”
- Stephen Crane.