Texting an Emily
on the West Coast,
because sometimes
you gotta accept
the challenger.
She & I
used to work together
at a cafe in NYC;
always had a crush on her,
and once we did cocaine
together at a bar in Harlem.
That's it,
life circles back round,
especially with Instagram and shit,
and memories are like a blank blanket,
but newness and air are something rare,
and it is gross under there.
But who cares,
I like flirting and she has
good taste in music
and big eyes
which we all know
I like.