Devils!
Now I can't stop thinking about
kissing a girl called Kimmer
from Kentucky.
Come smile my way
and straddle me on the couch.
Give me your long accent,
and let's waste a beautiful day.
Looks like I have a thing
for Kentucky girls,
because you are the third,
but maybe (hopefully) the best.
I am thinking this while
eating Taco Bell
in a Wendy's parking lot,
watching worms on curbs and waiting.
I got a new iPhone this weekend
and I bummed
because my saved voicemails
didn't transfer: oh well.
Maybe that is a good thing;
maybe new Kentucky is the thing.
Both birthdays in October.
There are ways in the universe to reappear.