despite the world, i love being with you

these days are soft and plentiful like

the scorpio full moon so big and bright it takes both our hands to hold,

cresting warm like the breeze over the harsh neon signage.

does it smell like the ocean here or is it just me?

i would say i can even hear the seagulls

but this boardwalk bar’s God-awful 2010s dubstep is blasting holes in my brain matter.

we look like each other, everyone says so.

it would be an honor, we tell each other, even though that’s embarrassing.

accidental brothers begrudgingly accepting.

our fathers would be good friends,

that’s good enough reason as any. they aren’t because we both know too much about the other’s. you ask me when i think of you and i tell you to listen to thumbs by lucy dacus.

these days are those days

when even bittersweet mousse and underripe strawberries turn delicious.