I should have known better than to drive into Harlem at 2 am
you were grabbing weed —
my desperate need to fit in
trumped any good reason
I should have known better than to fall in love with you
It was nuts to walk home with those guys from the U
We were silly naïve and trusting too
When the lights went out –
things got uncomfortable, and we split like cheap bamboo
Nothing compares 2 U
Remember that time I tried to jump Prince?
Holy shitake, that night was nuts
robin egg ruffles and eyeliner dust
Stare down
Stand down
Stale parts; the male partners all around
He was wearing yellow leather!
A thousand stories of our youth
the butt slasher and kinko lipso to name just two
Jute macrame owls
octopi bongs
foil sun blankets
baby oil
Orange powdered drinks that puckered our lips
We used to bike between our houses
Who shot JR?
Who cares?
We stayed out all night at the clubs in the DR –
I ripped off my fake nails
defiantly
cast them into the sea
You ripped buttons up and down the front of your blouse
a decade of careless whispers
told us
everything she wants