Poem 4 skye

Crushed under the sun 

We’re walking back to 

Boards we’ll sleep on 

With words to share

Yes we really care and so

I told you why I am

And you’re jet lagged but understand

Why I cried

I don’t care what I look like 

But I like being with you 

Running through rain 

And your shoes are soggy

With an EBT card and laughing 

Laughs too hard

On top of a castle or inside a

museum

Hiking through 

illegal brambles 

Or up 

to my rooftop 

and painting your face

waiting for the door 

we find the fire escape 

You can’t ever find your keys like me

But we would like shrimp and grits 

Please 

You cut it up 

My dearest friend

Life can suck

Sometimes you won’t text me and I won’t text back

you are a fantastic cook and 

That lasagna the first night we met 

Your long haired boyfriend who was my boyfriends friend

Dana’s cabin in Bellingham 

the 8 mile hike

Reach the road 

Sweaty and in half our clothes 

hitchhiking, wine 

and dancing back home

I felt like I had lived it before