That’s my problem, I don’t ever think!
Good thing you’re constantly saving,
pulling me back into our collective HELLYEAH
heart before I hopscotch into traffic
or piss off Joyce Carol Oates again.
It’s amazing how good cheap pizza
tastes when you’re not alone.
Our talk is all giddy gobbledigook but
leaving Ohio, we had no words
and I was trying not to smile
so big I’d break, scattering
my shrapnel past the combination
Dairy Queen KFC Long John Silver’s
into the grease-trap grave of the Midwest.
If I could slap a title on this moment
it’d be EVERYONE I LOVE IS HERE.
In your blue room we cuddle up
to each other’s sadness, we fist bump
after writing God’ s epitaph, we owlshit
outburst because we’re weirdos
and that’s what we do, we stick together
and when we howl we howl because we want
somebody else to make a goddamn racket
with us at this balls-out, impossible sky.