chicago & washing windows
8:54 PMShe washed her windows like the back of her eyelids,
Like last years lyrics hadn't quite worn off yet.
She wore her collar like her pride,
And her keyring like an anchor.
She was Chicago:
Wind-blown hair every weekday,
But Vegas on a Saturday.
(Not the strip, just the lights.)
Phoenix: never sure if the neighbors would be around come June,
But she's always been Colorado.
I saw her science and her shoulders.
I said, "we're coming back",
And I said that land-locked was never meant to be a tragedy.
I said that
she was never meant to be a tragedy.
I said that
out of state tuition is worth it,
And so are ankle socks
And bonfires
And the extra eight miles
And good bread, the kind with gluten in it.
And people, as a general rule.
But she wouldn't know,
Because Phoenix never knows if the neighbors are home.
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so good Reags!!!! share today please
ReplyDeleteThat's what I'm talking about. PLACES PLACES PLACES
ReplyDeletePEOPLE IN EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING IN PEOPLE
I like how you talked about a concept without ever directly talking about it and instead using places. And that takes so much talent. You're incredible.
ReplyDeleteThis is really really something else, and I like it a lot. Especially wind blown hair and Vegas on the weekends. So great
ReplyDelete"Because Phoenix never knows if the neighbors are home." Man Reagan, this was gold.
ReplyDelete"Because Phoenix never knows if the neighbors are home." Man Reagan, this was gold.
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