you can go someplace where all the people
are all your kind of people,
and you may find there
the girl who makes your chest burn again and your lungs feel
like birds,
when they won't look like me and
their eyes won't move like mine with indecision
someone in a magazine told me that on rainy or overcast, gloomy, dreary
and wintery days
you can wear citrus to boost your psyche as it
moves grudgingly through the white air
i've been wanting to listen to my records with you
i've been thinking of all these things to say
pretending it's spring and then summer in a shady place,
timeless and dripping with the brightest shades of colors
the world outside my left window a kaleidoscope for us in the morning.