#thehoangover

for brandon and beth april 20th, 2013 the two of us on repeat (over and over again)

I wow me in to the wee hours           after you text      i’ll call after i call let’s chat      on repeat      on repeat see you back here tomorrow see you back here tomorrow

this illicit affair carried      over ones and zeroes      zeroes and ones breaking letters down to electrons sending each on a parabola arcing near-intercontinental eros’ arrows ricocheting off satellites, aiming      unabashedly           unashamedly                unequivocally for your heart

let’s wow, k?

godspeed, little flirt      just take the ten to the fifteen      hit the seventy in u.t.           use the seventy-six to get      to eighty east and stay on the eighty and stay on the eighty and stay on the eighty forever      until you can take      the ninety-five north into my arms

i have to meet this girl

II i’m not a weird internet guy      i swear NO CREEPING      Departures become Arrivals      —the white zone      is for the loading and unloading      of passengers only— teal blue scarf (is that the atlantic) round black backpack (brimming saccharine love letters)      username limo rides this way how long has he had on that backpack look at that gorgeous gummy smile he. is. so. short.

the magnolias are in bloom      blossoming two fold      to unfold           items two: 1) the first of many tuna tartares           (whichever table they may land on) 2) our first and last fifty dollar bottle of wine swish swish sniff sniff what year is this?      two legs      and      two legs yes, the legs are very nice

wow second closet kiss      tick tick of a square white egg timer      drowned by thump thump of our hearts BRING OUT THE BRASS BAND      little white countdown      with the little red dot (though the mint gum was cleared away) still rests on the shoe rack of      every gaze           every kiss                every wow every time my heart wrapped around yours

i have to move here.

i am giving this the green light      cause i have to      cause i need to kanpai, all      bottles up      bottoms up a solo that is inhaling beer to the tune of clinking red cups thanks so much for having us

we conquer the couch with      mushrooms, shrimp, and eggplant      to the tune of ladybug picnic over and over and over again over and over and over again

III blur blur to boston      sopping up rain      sopping up lobster bake      sopping up hot butter           and beer                and cover band oldies                the whole bar can croon to

this $20 dress      this black, cotton $20 dress           that is everything      so much depends on a $20 dress

crafted from homemade pumpkin ice cream      on the side of the road woven on a picnic table loom      with a view of a labor day late summer forest

one bowl      two spoons

IV just take ninety west      to eighty west and stay on the eighty and stay on the eighty and stay on the eighty forever           use the seventy-six to      hit seventy in u.t. take the fifteen until you can take the ten      into my arms

this. this here      is a low point a desperate moment the hot heat      of guilt on the back of my neck and a twinge of      if-only-i-had things-were-going-so-well-      until-i

i am resolved      i can make it through this      i can do this alone      i can      i can’t the green and white quilt quietly sobs back to me      suddenly           unexpectedly                timely, fully, perfectly arms encompassed kiss cheek i was resolved to be without this now i know      i can do this forever

V christmas morning           (unknowingly) you have sealed your fate

we are bringing california sunshine,      portland rainwater, and new england colors straight to tokyo it’s all in the carry-on’s      what we don’t already/always carry in our pockets

we are strangers in a strange land      we’ll find this together      we’ll do this together

now we are transformed      we become cold cold beer fast trains      that green canvas coat and peanuts villages and mountains speeding past      that green canvas coat hot hot water for soaking      that green canvas coat fish and ramen at the end of           chopstick after           chopstick after           chopstick

navigating a clear plastic umbrella graveyard      (for hidden japanese treasure)           your hair creating puddles with boston rainwater on this eternal cafe table      that same hair           on a sea of straight black           a beautiful blonde boat           bobbing beneath cherry blossom sky           red sky at night, sailors’ delight

she. is. beautiful.

finally a shabby blue tarp dinosaur bone beacon           we. have. arrived.

now, now that green canvas coat           left breast pocket

now we are transformed           we become this magic, this secret      we keep           a private joy      tucked safely in our wells up in our hearts and eyes overbrims and pours out      in smiles and hand squeezes and knowing looks i want to shout from rooftops looking at you is shouting from rooftops

VI           now. this. today.           forever. we are on repeat           you and i           me and you we are weekend pho via victory the same lobster bake cover band oldies on the radio the same boston rainwater on japenese cafe tables      pooling around oversized bowls, chopsticks, and asian spoons me in a $20 black cotton dress, teal blue scarf you with your black round backpack, that green canvas coat           looking at you is shouting from rooftops wow wow tonight           a square white egg timer that lets us know when           it’s time to come home

i’ll cut onions      pass me a beer saute mushrooms, will you      here’s your white wine      stemless