City Dwellers with their Midwest Minds,

And her eyes adverted, they switch suggestive before an unwarranted thought:

u can tell the age of a person’s kids by the trash in their backyards

She’s committing small town anecdotes to a Sunday night, campus lights color the cans and the blacktop

There’s a hill with a Quaker church, her next target in babble/

fucking hell, lets attend a service (?!)

And We had never fallen in stride before

But It’s only a little cold there in may

Tumultuous conversation

I knew what we held with our fingers in our sleeves

I’ll be sure 2 see you when it’s safe-

/okay/ I’ll Be sure to use an inflection

I can’t remember ever studying too hard

After all, the first of us faltered

And honestly, I never needed someone to teach me how to spin a narrative,

Too used to doing away with how it felt

The ability to connect through manipulation, past the point of tolerance..

My heart beats regularly still

She goes back to kicking rocks in the street

We work around it

To be fair, she’s a nuisance on i95

Your new friend’s a bad driver

And ive never committed to something before a moment’s notice

So don’t call me when ur tired because i hate the static

Canwerollthewindows downnn i know this air well

Tumultuous conversation

And although I love to watch you pine, please stop betting on horses

Waiting to see if two dozen cats could take a bull

Going back to training bras and bounding up the stairs

Made a high stakes switch and wallowed in being scared

I’ve never met someone else who could also tell just by glancing into a car, intellect, or asshole.