Excuse me as I type furiously away
as I’ve already wasted
more than half a day
thinking about you.
I have to write something
so that I might be productive again.
Gosh, it’s like a high school dream again…
Except no, no it’s not.
Yes, it’s a drive to a high school dance,
but it’s also the passenger seat of your roommate’s car,
and the eyes that are on me as I step out in heels and a red dress
and you dance with me to every
It’s a ride to early voting,
eating cereal at 2 in the afternoon
and talking about all our plants.
It’s Friday afternoons at work
where the rolling chairs and slick floors
are more enticing than homework assignments.
It’s so new, so childish, and yet it feels like we’ve grown up
To be hurt in the worst way
and yet not be scared enough to try again.
To know what’s it’s like to be in the darkest depths
and on top of the world…
It’s so cringey to be writing cheesy poems again,
but I’m happy that my biggest problem
is thinking about you