I didn’t get to tell him, Frightened Rabbit was in fact a band I had downloaded at some point, but never got around to fully listening to them. He had played them while we shot pool that night, all the while bullshitting about life and his move. I also forgot to tell him, that night, as I stared at the poster above his bed, so many other things. I couldn't focus, I couldn't breathe. I didn’t pay attention to how his fingers wrapped into mine. I was busy watching the continents, mapped out on his wall. I moved them together and moved them apart. I dissected Asia away and pushed it towards me. S. Korea seemed to float, such a lonely little country. So I willed it’s way over to me, across an entire continent and landed it safely in Lake Michigan. He didn’t notice my eyes, even when he pushed the hair away from them, he couldn’t see they were unyielding. They were stationary and set on an Asian jungle, only steps away from North Ave beach.
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