Like living

I think I was sitting shotgun

beside the girl with the leg hair and the dance moves,

listening to a song I wished I knew the name of.

It may have been the killers or maybe the 1975

but to be honest, it didn’t matter.

I had these friends by the hour,

and I knew which one was theirs.

We explored the city and the parts

of each other’s minds that had yet to leak from our lips.

We wandered along the Mississippi, and clinked

our raw clams with horseradish.

That was the night the stars were hung

in Baton Rouge

and I realized that people can feel

the way coffee tastes.

Like silk in my veins

Like a new day, the beginning


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