my girl Ani; sweet catharsis in the car solo.
Child seats empty of all but crumbs
mind not volume or swears
i know i can't be the onlyVirginia bound, my college roommate's wedding
whatever i am in the room
and our alma mater, Hark upon the gale!
whispered me back in time
to Lodge parties and dancing til morning
in tiny tops and black boots.
I didn't know I was beautiful
but damn, was I loved
so why am i so lonelyfrom the top of my white girl head
why am i so tired
to the bottom of those dancing shoes.
I never could salsa like a natural
(and didn't dare the tinikling)
but that hardly mattered
i need backup
i need company
i need to be inspired
Some say faith is what connects
but I'm sure it's passion: drive and
heart, enthusiasm unbridled,
the freedom to be ourselves
I miss you, my fiercest backup,
loudest company, and
most earnest inspiration
shared with imperfect prose. join us, will you?