is it far? she asks
it’s nice the way she bites her lip
it is nice the way her hair is a mess
that she does not bother
it is nice that she smells like sweet peas and sweat
that this is the way she must look in the morning
nice she must sleep in an old football jersey
nice to think of the sounds she would make
nice if we could be strangers together
faces where summer left light green lipstick
is it far? she asks
nice she is only
nothing more,
no, not far
up the road apiece
(-co-authored by etouffee)