i want august 14, 1987 with you
once before i die
in this dimension we’re both 19
driving in from ohio to philly
in your shitty car
to see
the cure
the kissing tour
at the spectrum arena
14.50 a ticket
looking like debbie harry and robert smith had angry babies
i have a flask of bourbon in my bag
you have a joint in your wallet behind your college id
we haven’t fucked up our lives yet
we haven’t made irrevocable choices
we haven’t numbed ourselves with antidepressants
we can’t conceive of mortgages or lawn maintenance
maybe they’ll play
the kiss
for their first song
it’s a thursday night
and the rest of our lives
will happen friday