From Junk

We swap spit in the karaoke booth That time we hung out w/
our giddy newness at the Mexican restaurant by the bookstorewith the best reading series in the city and the glassy eyes
zooming in on each other Seeing only the wonder, like canaryyellow on a canary or like when our sky wraps up in Earth’s
shadow This is my yellow heart This is my gauzy two-people-
gazing-across-the-night-into-each-other instrumental situation
Don’t blame the junk for being discarded Hey do you do youremembe