2004-04-19 / 2:03 p.m.

(it all got erased)

You were at the art museum and you approached me, smiling that devil-may-care smile and I finally found the courage to shout you down, to dare to scratch up your memory, to besmirch your version of this history.

And all it took was me screaming at the top of my lungs, calling you the foulest names possible, and not caring at the way people gaped at my frenzied outburst.

last night ... tonight