NEW ORLEANS FUNERAL

sunflowers at night
car parked in the dying grass
and you take my feet in your hands
and to you they are beautiful

pick up your sword, baby.
fight through sleep and on now
mountains call us, i know,
your golden hair melting at the summit

searching through your eyes
you ask me what i see
"years and years and years" —

STARRY

two baristas holding hands behind the counter.



i'm gonna go inside now,
and i'm gonna call you tomorrow after class,
and then wednesday, guess what? i'll see you at work,
and then i'm gonna call you thursday, it's my day off,
and i'll see you friday as we're trading shifts,
and then saturday, guess what? we're going to go out, you and me,
and we're going to have a freaking fun time.

and we're gonna figure this out.

but right now, i'm gonna go inside,
and you're going to drive safe,
and you're gonna get yourself some dinner.
go on, turn the music on.
roll the windows down.
good, now turn it way up.



and guess what? i'm not leaving.

you're not leaving.

I'M YOUR CREATIVE SPACE, BABY

morning braids
evening waves

no matter what i tell you, don't let me go