I love you Human Disaster
& I wanna throw 3:00 A.M. IHOP pick-up lines at you
I wanna blast that shit, boom box amplified from the top
of our favorite dumpy public park
& I wanna talk about Childish Gambino
wanna turn that motherfuck up loud
wanna pick up your vibrations
& ride them all the way to Port Aransas
Yr the only person who
can talk to me about
de la soul & nintendo
in the same breath
I love to watch
you get carried away
yr excitement is so bumblebee
& you are so Atlanta
in the most obvious way
& I am so happy
in my strange inflated heart
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
