it was your idea
to take a box of crackers out on your front lawn
to savor the stars.
we concentrate for a while
at first
on not getting mud on our backs,
...then the farawayhighwaysounds help us relax.
you closed one eye [left]
and cupped your hand over the moon.
no, you can't force the night to disappear
my silly
lovestruck
pet.
i bought new underthings-
-i thought they could make me feel better
i thought they could make me look better
to you.
but you don't care about
what hovers eversodelicately above my skin,
no you don't care about the lace.
*no place like home*
.fairy tales.
next road note.
