i like how we have unimportant things in common
such as not possessing the ability to keep acrylic paint from playing hide & go seek under our fingernails or how we could both live off of the love of another human being & cereal but only the colorful kind that kids way younger than us find joy in eating or how striped shirts make us look like lumpy zebras but that never stops us from wearing them as often as we want

or just. things like that.
but i also like tons of other things besides you & not having anything to do with you
such as receiving mail & the smell of fall & making people who are close to you soup to eat when they're sick & the word Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis & finding money in jeans pockets & new cds.

although for some reason my mind twists & turns at night until it finds a way to bring every single subject
                                          back to you
somehow.
then it can rest at peace, knowing that
you're tangled safely in
my thoughts, as intricate & sticky as a spider's web.

        i think i read somewhere that it takes twenty one days to break a bad habit.