I'm
sorry
I
watched
our
show
without
you
and
it
was
really
funny

I
drank
a
hot
toddy
from
a
mason
jar
with
a
spoon
you
weren't
home

I've
said
it
before
I'll
say
it
again
I
gotta
get
outta
this
place

while
the
earth
opened
up
and
swallowed
her
whole
a
radio
played
somewhere

I
wrote
all
the
poems
she
drew
all
the
pictures
we
felt
all
the
feels

I
write
and
write
and
write
for
you
but
no
not
really
I
write
for
me

with
a
little
help
from
my
friends
carry
that
weight
eight
days
a
week

hey
jude
don't
let
me
down
boys
here
comes
the
sun
all
you
need
is
love

michelle
oh
darling
drive
my
car
girl
while
my
guitar
gently
weeps

sprouted
potatoes
in
the
bottom
cupboard
of
my
grandma's
kitchen

she
was
minecraft
holding
a
nether
portal
in
the
palm
of
her
hand

and
then
it
was
a
new
day
and
I
had
to
come
up
with
a
new
poem

it
won't
matter
how
many
times
I
hear
the
song
I'll
love
it
just
the
same

clouds
drizzling
kitty
wells
cappuccinos
like
a
stopwatch
keep
the
time

cartoon
theme
songs
sang
from
the
tv
a
young
woman
smoked
at
the
back
porch

it
was
his
my
truck
broke
down
my
girl
left
me
my
dog
died
kinda
day

so
the
urban
tumbleweed
is
me
like
how
do
I
make
that
ghost
fresh

the
houses
were
creatures
sleeping
breathing
or
maybe
holding
their
breath

the
ides
came
in
with
those
slow
groove
foot
to
the
pedal
kick
back
like
feels

I
lost
that
note
that
you
wrote
me
before
I
even
knew
who
you
were

she
dreamt
once
she
would
do
things
when
she
woke
she
found
herself
doing
them

I
walked
on
the
moss
because
it
was
soft
sorry
moss
I
crushed
your
dreams

he
sat
with
coffee
and
a
hallmark
card
that
he
wrote
in
for
a
long
time

I
lay
awake
all
night
petting
her
just
to
make
sure
she
slept
okay

I'm
not
sayin'
you
ain't
pretty
all
I'm
sayin'
is
I'm
not
ready

-linda ronstadt

the
moon
dreams
dreamt
the
moon
dreaming
the
moon
moon
dreams
moons
dreamed
the
dream
moon

she
put
poetic
phrases
on
like
skirts
then
we
wrote
a
song
untitled

tell
mama
all
about
it
tell
mama
what
you
need
tell
mama

-janis joplin

it's
3/6
I'm
36
on
3/7
I'll
be
37

oh
cool
old
blue
car
behind
that
fence
why
don't
nobody
ride
in
you

lifting
clouds
dropping
them
in
your
lap
again
if
only
you'd
just
look

watching
them
I
was
a
kid
again
I
don't
want
to
be
a
kid
again

her
drawing
suited
the
music
they
danced
together
the
sound
and
her
art

the
lights
bright
showed
off
their
stellar
squats
from
a
third
floor
in
a
city

the
evening
was
chilly
and
there
was
no
moon
but
I
wanted
to
go
there