twentysomethings on parade
Cheap wine and stale bread,
but I left my wallet at the theater last night.
Your first editions crowd my collections
of typewriters and film noirs.
Poverty treads my floorboards with heavy steps,
leaving mud on the carpet that I never vacuum
Our friends slip dirty love notes under the door,
reminding us to
eat healthy! and
stay in school!
but they don't return our phone calls,
and haven't come for dinner since college.
But at least we have the company of neighbors
whose every move we hear in scintillating detail:
every step, every touch, every sigh.
but I left my wallet at the theater last night.
Your first editions crowd my collections
of typewriters and film noirs.
Poverty treads my floorboards with heavy steps,
leaving mud on the carpet that I never vacuum
Our friends slip dirty love notes under the door,
reminding us to
eat healthy! and
stay in school!
but they don't return our phone calls,
and haven't come for dinner since college.
But at least we have the company of neighbors
whose every move we hear in scintillating detail:
every step, every touch, every sigh.