LIFE BEFORE RUGBY
But who's to say what street name matters?
The sweater girl who needs directions must be a little bit
gold, no? When it got dark,
she gave you her glasses, gave you a map
of the best state parks. Each excuse
that made you small was suddenly big and lemon-looking.
You lost your brother's apartment number.
No one called to invite you back.
Accidental denouement, make-believe aromas, all
without hypotheses, albeit with faith.
She was right, you know. Life should be exciting.
Save a bite meant just for you and eat it in the morning.