I can't even

Seeing a show

She looks like Audrey Hepburn

Singing along to Say Anything

Smiling

Soft kisses like cotton

When her roommate screams

as we merge

LOOK OUT

nightmares in the back seat of a van

lights filtering behind

Calm down, the driver says

we'll give you cookies

Just let me in the lane

Her nose ring doesn't stay in place

She adjusts it

and stocatto parting texas tea lips

punctuated like rapid fire

quick quick

Peck and done

Peck and done

Tangy accents like tongue tied rosehips

The ink of a heart on her chest

spreads wings with writing on her wrists and breast

the wings fly life for life

The skyline wrapped in tentacles

Owls shared on pulsing impulses

Brushed by in pen strokes

Touching hoodie to zipper

Wigs and short hair

seen in scene, but insecurity tugging at her eyes

like adulthood come too soon

But hope shining with each passing tail light

Could it be me

Could I lift and see past baggage claim

tickets to neumos, waiting at will call

waiting for me to call

Am I in?

When the driver asks "That twelfth man must be some player. Who is he?"

Meatless meat, we didn't have the heart to tell her

but smirked and held each other during the lights of a show

the music of my doppleganger, does she know?

Hands, arms and our private moment left in the crowd

I'd piggyback uphill

carrying the burden just a bit

unloading for a moment

A future of responsibility

You know what they say, they're looking for completion

but its nice to forget it all in the dark

and I can't even.