What would you want with a hallelujah? I always tried to tell you the answers in between the flavor of cherry we both decided was real. It was really in the air when we stood in the Denny's parking lot, but not quite clean, as in "run through the wash" or warsh if you're in Iowa.

I'm choking on the individual idea of a scent buried in my clothes. A kiss you left on my eyebrow. A hand I've forgotten how to hold. Excuse me for a smoke...

Lefthanded. She was left handED. Somehow sparkly and coca cola with her mailbox open and waiting for my letters she told me stories.
How one day we'd be languid. Or Livid. Would we be livid if they broke us in? Even softly? giving us bowling lessons first? Could we wear headbands when we were twenty or twenty one or 32.

Stay. Still.
This is the thank you note you lost in your car.