my my, hey hey
before i reversed out of your driveway,
i wondered if i really meant it
when i said i’d be back.
the neon-green numbers in my car read 5:14
which in july means the sun is already awake and dressed.
the blinking colon danced in time
with the buddha on the dashboard
as i drove away.
on the day you taught me about karma,
i found a scrap of paper near my mailbox with the neil young lyrics,
“it’s better to burn out than to fade away,
my my, hey hey.”
i thought to tell you.
instead, i sat on my porch and ate watermelon and
counted the seeds.
my bed still feels too big,
and i can’t find the eraseable pen you gave me,
but i’m learning.
i visit my new favorite people
in the deli downtown.
the girl behind the counter wears thick glasses and loves joni mitchell and pink lemonade.
and i continue to take photos of strangers by the fountain
and flowers that smell like clean laundry.
(if this really is the beginning of a new era,
i want to flip through an album someday
and remember that it was all worth it.)
i wondered if i really meant it
when i said i’d be back.
the neon-green numbers in my car read 5:14
which in july means the sun is already awake and dressed.
the blinking colon danced in time
with the buddha on the dashboard
as i drove away.
on the day you taught me about karma,
i found a scrap of paper near my mailbox with the neil young lyrics,
“it’s better to burn out than to fade away,
my my, hey hey.”
i thought to tell you.
instead, i sat on my porch and ate watermelon and
counted the seeds.
my bed still feels too big,
and i can’t find the eraseable pen you gave me,
but i’m learning.
i visit my new favorite people
in the deli downtown.
the girl behind the counter wears thick glasses and loves joni mitchell and pink lemonade.
and i continue to take photos of strangers by the fountain
and flowers that smell like clean laundry.
(if this really is the beginning of a new era,
i want to flip through an album someday
and remember that it was all worth it.)