and I am a Scorpio without a pause button.
We met in a cafe, the old fashion way.
And now we text about Jurassic park being on cable,
and how it is our meditation for Sunday scaries.
We don’t follow each other on Instagram
but we send each other funny videos of people falling down.
We both slip in and out of love
like it’s nobody’s business but our own,
yet for now we are the cause and the pause.
She is for now but because of this poem she is forever.
She says Arctic Monkeys are like her Beatles,
which is blasphemous in claim alone
but I get it.
She seems young but she is 30.
She says boys are poison and shame,
and I can’t blame her because she is right.
and I can’t blame her because she is right.
I say girls are beauty and chaos,
and she agrees with me.