aayoungi’m not sure how to say this
but i’ll try my best
to keep it from getting misconstrued
or creepy
what i want most
is to braid your hair
get drunk with you
spilling popcorn and bourbon all over
the coffee table
while we watch bad tv
then fall asleep next to you
in a warm bed
like sisters
who know
the monster isn’t coming back
for you or for me
out shopping in a part of cincinnati
that doesn’t know it’s not san francisco
i saw one of those old fashioned pens today
the kind that have a moving picture
inside the clear tip
a woman’s bikini top rolling away
revealing her tits
when turned upside down
a navy man’s uniform pants
a far off sailing ship
a sunrise over the bay
this one was different
unlike any i’d ever seen
it danced upon my receipt
tallying my total
in the hand of the shop keep
it was two women driving in the desert
in a floating red convertible
past a billboard sign that read
you be thelma
i’ll be louise
i missed you to the bone
sister mine
feeling
where my palm is cut
we share the same blood
you and me
i tried to save you
before you needed saving
think of that and smile
each time you need to know
someone loves you
she
fears
i hold
the black hole history
him
the wasted gas
air fare
the futility of it all
against her
but i do not
i stand solidly incapable
not one part of me misunderstands
or resents her
we accepted the same candy
handed out of a van
we escaped the same mind maddening cage
grew the same gills
we lost pieces of ourselves fighting
the same bloody war
left with the same bite marks
scars
and rage
so when i hear her heart still beating
i smile and think of us
diving through sargasso
for the remaining pearls