that you loved,
that I wore crooked.
but it lives in my backpack.
until I need it or need you.
I wore it on stage
tonight
and gave all the latin girls a fright.
I remember your mouth,
and I still want to kiss it,
because I stole it
and you are the only one.
what font do you prefer?
I will give it to you,
for good or ill,
with hot sauce
and garage sex.
this is a Coca-Cola comeback,
and I will attack the memory
of what you made us,
because I am the only one
who wants to try for why.
I rocked the hat,
read the poems,
said the jokes,
and died a thousand times,
while not believing
in you and I.