if you promise to be everything I’ve needed,
I’ll promise to be your queen.
2013. tinsel falling to the floor. blankets laid on cold concrete. bright lights and paper lanterns. jameson in a neighbor’s cup, champagne corks popped with knives. fireworks and falling flares. stars blotted out in a haze of smoke. one house block party and the sweetest kiss. quiet now, the whole house is napping. empty bottles, popcorn in an ikat rug. face down in the grass. an unloved daughter. two year old tackles and baby kisses. bright red cheeks and grass against bare feet. lazy smoker sunday…and, oh, the way that cold sun burns.