Jenn Dean

I

Nodding as he talks to me, thinking instead of
the cat in the parking lot, my feet getting colder,
I hear a clip like this:
"...He went to Cornell or some crazy fancy shit like that,"
and I think:
yeah.
Crazy. Fancy. Shitty.

II

Dancing at the indie show, I remember
the two of us converging on Rea,
smiles out like hands. Grabbing, reaching.

We wouldn't waste time on getting others to dance now.
That's a sign we've grown.

III

Under little lights from above
and deep nights full of friends love
we talk of coffee and other philosophies.
Privately, things could be better
but out loud its almost enough.

IV

Its ok, that I wear your clothes.
Its not ok, how I secretly plan to never give them back.

V

We both have two sisters.
I think this works though,
you and me. Letting our feet drag behind the boat
loving our family on the shore,
waving.

VI

Christmas is going to go like this:
I'll introduce you to some people
let them like me more off your charm, then
lay in your bed, laughing, eating all your hummus,
doing nothing
like good friends should.