i'm 21 and it almost feels like we're in a movie.
sitting on the stone arch bridge on that dirty little canal off the detroit river-- elizabeth park.
me and that beautiful boy with the dark hair and green eyes-- intense my mother called them--passing a fat J-- back and forth, back and forth-- until i'm so stoned i can't even see.
"Wish I had my camera," i say.
"Yeah," you say, and then something about feeling centered. "the moon is dead center with us and we're dead center on this bridge on this canal..." you trail off.
I close my eyes and feel for a moment aligned-- like we're in the center of everything. and i remember the last boy who left me feeling buzzed like this and i'm a little scared.
hit that one more time, baby. it's only two a.m. and neither of us know where the fuck we're going. maybe we're not supposed to so let's at least enjoy the ride.
me and that beautiful boy with the dark hair and green eyes-- intense my mother called them--passing a fat J-- back and forth, back and forth-- until i'm so stoned i can't even see.
"Wish I had my camera," i say.
"Yeah," you say, and then something about feeling centered. "the moon is dead center with us and we're dead center on this bridge on this canal..." you trail off.
I close my eyes and feel for a moment aligned-- like we're in the center of everything. and i remember the last boy who left me feeling buzzed like this and i'm a little scared.
hit that one more time, baby. it's only two a.m. and neither of us know where the fuck we're going. maybe we're not supposed to so let's at least enjoy the ride.