2 nate 4rom nate

dear self,

im drunk
so writing to you now seems appropriate.
although im in berkeley
half of my head is with you.

your eyes stole me
kidnapped me
threw me in the van
never to be free again.
both eyes, slightly different
enough to make me feel like
I am dealing with two men.

you were on the porch smoking a cigarette
when i met you.

you waved with your american spirit fingers.
you gave me a smile that said
no trespassing.

I walked around you
when i came in the house

I've kept to myself around you.

i think it's time we meet.

-nate