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I feel a little something

when you crush

your cigarettes

on my porch

;

I feel a little something

watching

shapes fall from the curtains

little hands

cutting patterns

;

I feel

a little something

knowing

;

I feel a little

something

after the fourth drink

watching your lips

stick together

then part

living in memories

;

I feel a little something

remembering

the

blanketing heat

of San Antonio

in the late 90s

the asphalt

eating my red shoes

;

I feel a little

something

looking

at the

stars in the sky

and knowing how old hat

it is

to be dependent on you

when you’re a thousand miles

away

;

I feel a little

something