riding a Vespa
with a cigarette
hanging out
of my mouth.
farting around
and putting the past behind me,
wearing an American Eagle hoodie
and laughing about it.
in my toes,
I was gently through
and evening, a shower,
and asking you questions.
I will always be a
spontaneous poem,
and I am okay
to that living.
grab my sweaty crotch,
and live the life
that we all mapped out
for our uncle David.
I stand in the mirror
and the laptop
waiting for your every response
to make it worth or wild.