chirp

the way you laughed at the amish

because economics are more important

and champagne is fizzing

every bubble desperate for air

shoving up up and the sand i feel it

and the moon i feel it

rising above the black liquour

of the lake and it is a secret

as we fleet through the marsh

i think its funny the way you run

and the way you ride your bike

with unruly ligaments

that bounce in time to the disco music

the irony of the energy is lost in the content car

s0 do you remember when we met?

this isn't the second time you've held me

and do you remember when you had long hair

and I had long hair

and we were in love? with ourselves and others, but not together

and i have grown grown grown

to overtake that tent that we didn't sleep in

because it was too cold.

and i cherish the two lines of blood

racing across my hand

because of that night

i hope they never heal

you scared me. yes, yes you did!

you were old and tall and had blonde hair

and were my first! you were my first glimpse of high school! you were, you were!

oh i digress just like your sentences

and how i can tell your thinking

but we are afraid of the end

of Paris, of Michigan

of joy over joy over joy