Any Saturday

He tied me to his dirt bike
and tossed it onto his truck

I had my arms
against the silver legs
Waiting for the melt

What do we do now?
We drive really fast
Straighten up, he said
And get her going
I drive one way
You start off the other way
off the back
For a second you’ll be flying
It’ll feel like you’re flying for a long time

This is what he told me
I wanted to believe him

Later when I asked him
about self control
He said we would only have to use it
around each other

A friend once told me:
You take everyone seriously

We mismatched
sentences
Trying to compare
old hand me downs of speech
Saw words flying past each other’s heads

Remember once
when you saw me for the first time
and felt like you’ve been
reliving the same day
your whole life

Sometimes forces combine
Growing more metamorphic
every time you try to make love
Misunderstand your strenght
Miscalculate a compliment
as you hope for a fair trade

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On Missed Calls

It was the summer
I dyed my hair bright orange
Something about your mom
thinking I was polite because
I took my shoes off the moment
we got in the house
But what I really mean is
I’ve been thinking about us not talking
Over the same thing again

At least half my thoughts
are about progress

Imagine I am on a deserted island
I am all alone
Until a plane crashes
and I wait to see, with anticipation
Who will make it out of the ocean despite injuries
Because I can’t swim
What is opportunity missed
to a skilled person?

The older I become
and try to look for new love
I should be wiser
But really I wonder more and more often
What I am allowed to ask for