you
maker of memories
complicated
and wild
flinging your heart
wide
and open
force of nature
tender
and raw
full of smiles
wisdom
and charm
(you)
at dusk, hundreds of crows were flying to the southeast in a sky of watermelon juice (and she sent me to see them. go to the front! just go!) at noon, we were eating french pastries and chatting about girl things (she looked at me with those unnervingly wise eyes) this morning, i kissed my…