I used to scream from the front seat of your blue convertible

my arms sticking straight out of the car as if reaching for the sky

then I’d say C’mon, let’s live! and scream again

because it’s summer and right now I love you

just the way you are and you

love me-

my screaming mouth and wild hair

blowing in the wind

forming into knots…

You loved the shit out of the crazy in me.


And I loved you for that.




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