surely
it was
summer.
t o n i g h t
the whole world smelled like a barbecue and i can
finally drive with my windows down
taking it in.

the things i say to you ( [ ] ) are wet paper

they have the illusion of sticking but after they
sit for awhile, they shrivel and flutter away


paper forms in my brain but when it flies out of my
mouth at you it's dripping and almost clear and
sticks to you the way wet paper should
you take it well and seem to agree
but after awhile it dries and

i met you on the highway driving home or
at least i thought i did
i was a set of frail hands on a heather steering wheel
and you were the blinding headlights on the left that sent a
sparkflash slipsliding down the crack in my windshield
like a rollercoaster car on a predetermined track
causing my vision to blur from the
white line on the
right hand side of the road

i saw a hero of mine
yesterday
w o r k i n g
wearing a collared shirt and
natural makeup which was
d i f f e r e n t
than how i normally see her in
fishnet stockings under ripped denim shorts and
flourescent pink eyeliner
which almost made me cry

and i suppose
her parents could have named her anything
and "sebastian" could have called her anything
when they fucked [] or so she says []
and she could wear a collared shirt and
fishnet stockings but she would still be

summer.