pittsburgh like a
postcard
full of wine and thai food
i ask you in november, 1997
what you’d like to do next
and you told me, whatever,
as long as it doesn’t involve you going one way
and me going the other
the instant when i knew loving you
would be a simple game of genius
played out in the first fall snow
that framed pittsburgh like a postcard.
04.01.13
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