Paris

You are the cup of orange juice I use to
Swallow down the pills
The perfect vehicle of fruity taste and
You've got me fooled
They gonna talk about us someday
At the end of the 6 o'clock news
I hope they write about our bodies
In the newspaper movie reviews
Me and my lover come between
Each other, he says,
"If I had her, I don't think
I could love her."
Everything I've said to him I've
Said to another but we've
Got a silence unlike
Any other
You are the color of the advertisement
That made me buy the shoes
And in a couple days they wrecked my feet
But I still
Didn't believe I'd been used.
We gonna go to Paris someday
In a big hot air balloon
And if we're lucky we'll float away and
Never see anyone soon
Me and my lover play
Tricks on each other he
Runs to basement and I
Hide in the cupboard
In between the lines and
In between the covers there's
So many categories I've
Fallen under
I see your face at every stop sign
I hear your voice in the mall
I am the gum on the bottom of your sneaker I'm
Stuck here but you
Never see me at all
We gonna go to Paris someday
In a big hot air balloon
And if we're lucky we'll float away and
Never see anyone soon
You are a child at a party
And I'm your red balloon
Don't ever try and set me free, I'm
Nothing without you.
Me and my lover play
Tricks on each other he
Runs to basement and I
Hide in the cupboard
In between the lines and
In between the covers there's
So many categories I've
Fallen under
You are the cup of orange juice I use to
Swallow down the pills
The perfect vehicle of fruity taste and
You've got me fooled

Convoluted Response

I wish I had been there the day you realized that everyone who loved you was constantly reminding themselves it was worth it;
That as soon as people met you, they started trying to forget you.
I would've assured you my defense spurred my desire.
As long as there are masochists in the world you will never sit in a coffeeshop alone.

Fair

It’s the drive home.

You’re not anywhere near her. She is in a car that is driving past open farmland under a sky smeared in pink and orange. From the window of your bedroom it only looks light blue.

The energy dispelled on the sun-filled day has dispersed into the atmosphere of the car she is in, leaving a thick, honeyed silence. You think about going downstairs for something to eat.

She resists the urge to break a silence she is enjoying, and knows she will remember this moment for a long time. You didn’t think the summer would come this quickly, or this cleanly.

You feel so heavily how she is saving you every day of your life, and keep hoping she will stop. Until then, your only hope is an end. In that end only can you find the freedom you know she holds for you. In that end only can the debt be reconciled.

She wants the person in the front seat to pin her down on a picnic blanket and show her the years of hunger. She wants his lips on her neck. She hasn’t stopped thinking about you for two years.

You slide off your bed, shut the window, and go downstairs. The game starts in a few minutes. 

She is acutely aware that, tonight at least, her car is driving off into the sunset,

And yours is staying in the driveway.

Putting the Luck in Potluck, or, Nobody Actually Wants You To Find Yourself

You are my great aunt and, 

You love me so much you could eat me

You fork out my heart strings like spaghetti

And twirl them around plastic picnic prongs

For a second, we are intertwined, 

But the sauce is a family secret,

And I'm a little too young