notify list (jch -- 4/7/99)
wake up naked
drag my ass out of bed
the clothes strewn across the floor are all my own
walk through my shitty, little apartment
& there you are
no one
nowhere

remembering juliana
sitting at my piano
in her bra and panties
beautiful
bittersweet
sour, sullen girl

i disappeared in her
she reappeared in me

i never did get to fuck her
but i did get to taste her

& her voice fills these halls

i'm going to take you right off my notify list

it looks like the mountains win again

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