one august
four : oh-three p.m.

you were in your truck, stopped, waving and staring.

"i'm house sitting at garths. let's go."

pushed your laundry basket out of the way, got in and closed the door. records on my lap, holding things in place. squeezing through the fence, art covering every wall, stairs that split half way. mixtaping and dancing and singing the beatles and listening to labyrinth.

hands tangled in hair tangled in hands but nothing ever happening. ("if anyone ever says to you 'you and he aren't in love,' just tell them, 'are too.'")




listen : figurine