i told her that if she kept saying no to me
that i was going to start taking it personally,
and she called me the night before and said that
it would be a pleasure to have thanksgiving dinner with me.
my true love. my everything. my fondest wish. the tune i sing.

theres a grace to certain things that dont seem pushed.
just the casual glide to them, the floatingness, the sparkle.

sometimes she will just call and leave a message
and my day is completely turned around.

youre not supposed to have a cell phone in chopper one
but i told her that she can call me any time she wants
and i will always pick up no matter what
and sometimes it will ring, and its her,
and somebody will say what the fuck is that
and when im done i'll ignore what they say
i'll turn up the eight track
or whistle a forgotten lullabye

she called me the night before and said that
it would be a pleasure to have thanks giving dinner with me.
and i smiled a real smile
and she said i'll call you when i wake up
i said sleep in she said thank you i just might
i sure slept in.
all the way to eight thirty

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