Needle In The Hay

Ferocity in the eyes of Richie Tenenbaum like sustained hunger, an ache that never goes away, toxicity. Elliott's voice wafting through the background, "he's strung out and thin," and he stuck his wrist under the light, pulled back the sleeve and showed me. "Frankenstein scar" is what he called it with a chuckle, souveneir of 14 years ago, we are wolves and we claw each other's hearts out.

No promise that I can make that would suffice so I will just instead be here, this reciprocal thing, but finally I think it's enough. The way that you look at me when I come through the door and your hand on my back when sitting in the living room with Nick, the pause for a first moment alone together once outside and the mix disc with Lou Reed at first and Billie Joe Armstrong's pumping out of the speakers, "I love this guy's voice" and that smile that always makes me crack, "me too."