you asked me,
"did no one tell ya i'm annoyingly into pro wrestling?"
i said, "no, and i'm glad"
your bitchy shojo eyes remind me of fireflies
when i hadn't seen them in years
not since the fields behind my parents' house
imogen, she side-smiles at me on my way back from the bathroom in the delaware rest stop when we're on tour.
when i see her smile, and those cute crow's feet under her eyes, i think it's gonna be all right. it's gonna be all right.
merritt kneels to blow smoke out the window. she says, "i'm serious about this teenage thing." i say, "me, too."