breakfast at tiffany's

we both
kind of
each other
what good is having got that?
a powerful distraction
unnamed friend
you never took to titles
and i could chase you, find you in the streets
but that's not how the book ends.
conclusion. resolution.
"Oh, Jesus God" (109).
gogogo heavy heart
lightly like being free (unbearable)
a different kind of freedom
curled up next to a familiar fear.

"love a wild thing, end up looking at the sky"
i left the window open.
the window was always open,
my huckleberry friend.
the mean reds.
the book ends.

google first link: breakfast at tiffany's critical analysis