the freeway to everything
it dissolves on the hazy horizon
storm coming from the West
heavenly rays of sunshine
gallop over the cusp of the clouds
it’s getting dark soon

goodness is great
greatness is rare
rarity is cool
coolness is good

stand on the sidewalk for 40 minutes
make eye contact to not be rude
gush about stuff you love
use a notebook to cover the stain on your shirt
listen eagerly as she talks about fandom
enjoy the tiny bits of personal information
get startled by cars and motorcycles
encourage each other to write
hope she shows up again

I love rules
firm boundaries
keep my edges from blurring
keep me from expanding
keep me happy

she’ll burn
but it’ll be her terms
otherwise she won’t

mature reality
don’t be a child
even if you want to be
it’s not nice
and the bad kind of selfish