Cumulonimbus

We are lax sipping Sunny D on a sunday

& your attitude is blacktop tetherball

so crisp refrigerated bites in the AM

my heart on you

is icebox feedback

is jitterbug tin can rattling

& I’m afraid to be near you

cause I don’t want you to feel my pulse

all paddle-ball pounding against my ribs

& call it saccharine it Crowded House

& I wish we grew up together

cause I want so very very very much

for your favorite motown song

to be the same as mine

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