im not that girl with that guy. im the dj, im here for the music. neither male or female with headphones hanging from one ear. i can't wait.

i ran into the diner and she wondered
shouldn't I be used to the ten degree windchill in the middle of night air?
i said no, you don't get used to cold like this.
maybe it even gets a little worse each winter.
becuase this year, it's back, again.
so we order.
warm food, fried and elastic cheese make us feel like worry-less kids.
entertaining our friends across the booth with stories of our past lives in a city as far as memory.
pay. leave and run to our car
our friends watch us giggle and we dive like divas into the red toyota.
drove home but i was so tired i dont remember that part.
sleep, sleep.
me on her right side and her on my left.

hip hop
rocked me home

mich in the city is moving,
to a new city.
welcome me, new york.
you did today when you tricked us into your industrial cool
into your manhattan views with exposed brick-
bed bugs.

let's raise a prince together
you will be my king and i wlil try so hard to a queen for you.
until the day i show up at your doorstep, or send you the key to mine-
i'll be here.
making memories of our prince unborn, unscathed by all things that make us tired.
i'm here baking bread, kissing his forehead
there you are, one of those 'cool' dads we always point out
swinging their sons across their shoulders or their daughters on their backs