Remember us
as giggling underwear girls
in king-sized beds
laughing off hangovers
Remembering the night in pieces
as broken as your side-view mirror
Your daddy made you sign a contract to drive
and her daddy bought a mail-order bride and
moved to Mexico for three weeks
and my daddy, well, he wasn't around
But none of that stopped the sunlight
from spilling through the blinds
And nothing short of storm clouds ever will.
c.t. 2.15.10
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