It’s summer and it smells like mold but you only taste like
those lemon shandy beers.
It’s summer and we are in an out without really being out
and I can’t believe I ever stopped wanting you every minute
of every day.
and maybe I never did, but I know you became too much good
when I thought I deserved only bad.
I recount that party you dragged me to,
each second wondering what would have happened if I said nothing.
Because when you speak all I see is your bright white teeth and framed lips
and when you sleep, the same.
You will always be the sunshine through my bedroom window, though sometimes, I suppose, my blinds are pulled down.