The last leaf to fall
The first tomato to grow
I can now see both
The last leaf to fall
The first tomato to grow
I can now see both
Cities, shores, pampas,
All fitting a car window
My earliest museum
Bare, burning, and young
Precious as long as I’m found
I elbow the crowd
She has grown so tall
When I sit down for coffee
She ruffles my hair
One random morning
Same light from that brand new sky
The day I turned five
A wobbly forecast
I will rush to the wardrobe
My girls to the streets
The seaside arcade
We learned how to cuss and kiss
Once bored of the bleeps
One day the mirror
Somehow unexpectedly
Became my bully
in our dumb twenties we would wear condoms mid romp half afraid of aids
on saturdays life expected any time soon till sundays arrived
High on balmy nights
We would find stars on the sand
Nibbling at meaning
2 Our fingers lost in each other's hair On your parents' TV couch, where our lips never met
Overdone makeup I didn't mind, remember My aftershave stank
the frayed silence of lonely parks
where we found most of each other under broken lamps
I found my own craft
Dubbing myself to be liked
Asked to pool parties
Brighter than the moon Fortune tellers of the young Seagulls over neons
Hatched on the dance floor
We found the love of our lives
Disco ball babies
promise like a man
any hint of fear or fun
forget like a boy
Walking to the car
A limp toddler in my arms
Warm as a sandbar
There used to be days
When plans and dreams were the same
And none were upset
No more park benches! Backseats in lone parking lots An upgrade somehow
so young we were then
the tiniest glimpse of those days
makes us young again
We dreamt of parties
Way up on those balconies
Where no day could climb
Lost on my forehead
The wind jumps to your pigtails
You make it dizzy