Crush

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
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2004
Eleanor Rigby
"Guns shooting at loaves of bread."
"Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky."
"There's too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned."
"Where is the correct path?"
"If time had to begin then it has to end at some point, too."
"What if God exists but he doesn't really like people very much?"
"A new order, cold white lights that burn and die."
"A tornado with a halo."
"A guy throwing a thrashing body in the trunk of a chevy."
"A 747 the size and shape of a hotel, flying to jerusalem, with stacking chairs instead of seats."

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Eleanor Rigby

"Guns shooting at loaves of bread."
"Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky."
"There's too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned."
"Where is the correct path?"
"If time had to begin then it has to end at some point, too."
"What if God exists but he doesn't really like people very much?"
"A new order, cold white lights that burn and die."
"A tornado with a halo."
"A guy throwing a thrashing body in the trunk of a chevy."
"A 747 the size and shape of a hotel, flying to jerusalem, with stacking chairs instead of seats."

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