Saturday, April 14

midnight rendezvous


tacos in our hands
we sit and chat for hours
in a Wendy's lot


Give me five minutes
and see what a tale I'll spin
Make your eyebrows rise
and your head shake

Five minutes
and I'll make you believe
that all your yesterdays have come back to you
crawling on their knees

300 seconds
that's all that I ask
300 seconds until the moon falls
from the sky and we slice it thin
to eat with crimson-red apple slices