Contributor: Robbie Nickles
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Sometimes I miss you,
for the way you made me leave
my friend’s apartment when we were fifteen
so you could fuck him
listening to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack.
For the way you found me at a Steak 'n Shake afterward
and insisted on walking me home.
You asked me my favorite band.
I told you Sonic Youth.
You told me I was really deep.
I miss you for the way we used to hang out
in your dad’s antique cars
and listen to The Rolling Stones.
We’d go to food joints
where the waitresses brought out our food on rollerskates
so we could reminisce about a time we never lived in.
I miss the Christmas we spent together,
held up in your father’s cabin,
I gave you Phish’s Hoist.
You gave me Ween’s The Mollusk.
We took acid and ecstasy
and laughed
about the place becoming a boat
that we were sailing on alone,
together.
I...
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Robbie Nickles
