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
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.