a heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir

i spent two weeks in paris last fall.
boys were skinny and confused just like they ought to be.

addressed to another skinny and confused boy:
i listened to jeff buckley's "morning theft" with my eyes closed, loud, in the dark, just like you told me to. and yes, it really is magnificent. i also watched quadrophenia and the cider house rules, like you told me to. they too were great. the latter made me cry twice.