August 20th, 2007

[info]zooey_glass04 in [info]pillow_book

(Written on the blank side of a page torn from an old dictionary, rolled up, and tucked into Dean's duffle. Sam has circled the following definition on the printed side of the page:

zygo- or (before a vowel) zyg- combining form, denoting 1 a union. 2 a pair.
ETYMOLOGY: From Greek zygon yoke.)




Sasquatch, you say. But
You're the one who is too big
To fit into words




[info]zooey_glass04 in [info]pillow_book

(Unfinished. Dean found this in Sam's jacket pocket. After.)










4:8
Bloody nose: yours
You tripped and fell, carrying
The model I made
Hands full, you failed to catch yourself

8:12
Skinned knees: mine
Racing ahead, gravel path
Dad cleaned up the cuts
You teased, but kissed the hurts away

12:16
Burnt hand: yours
Baking a cake: my birthday
You brushed bare skin on
The hot stove. The cake was perfect.

16:20
Broken arm: mine
Thrown ten feet by something
I saw way too late
You sent the bastard back to hell.


20:24
Split lip: mine
Punched a guy when he called someone
A fag. Laid him out...
The second punch. Wished you'd been there.

Hairline scar: yours
I wasn't there.
You don't talk about it.


24:28
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