she was some garden
pinned to a corkboard
standing past the yellow line of the caution sign
while the subway shot past
wind through the petals
wind through her hair

she wasn't anything like
four dollar cups of coffee
late for class and loving it
off-property flowers under
creative license and
driving with none and
dreaming.
nothing like that.

more like
decaf for a dollar and getting the girl
because you can and you could and
like
hell
you
would

she was something like heaven wrapped up in a hollywood promo sort of replica with the original hanging in some forger's garage. but it's okay. because the composition's pink and white and alright, alright for you, wrapped in foil and shaped like corny lines and lyrics that used to make us cringe. remember? you were off key and I, off beat, but we always got the words right in the end.

because that's it.

that's just who we are
and who we were
and who we liked to be
and what we're not
even if you forgot it

she likes to hum
and it's sort of silly.
the end.