as I ride my bike
and call her
just to say hi.
We laugh
about our respective trauma,
talk music
and music podcasts.
The speed of her responses
makes me smile,
and we go off on a funny bit
about bands.
Oregonian Sunburns is the name of my emo band, I say.
All the guys in the band are named Chase or Taylor, she says.
And the guys named Chase have girlfriends named Taylor, I say.
Our band name is Fuck You Yankee Blue Jeans, she says.
She has a new coworker
who is from NYC and is in a band
called The Hasbens,
because apparently there's two guys named Ben.
I laugh all the way to the bank, literally,
because I have to go deposit a big check
which I have forgotten how to do,
and she laughs at my hatred of filling out forms.