As a boy I saw myself as a man dying violently in a woman's arms or at least now I imagine I must have.

Weren't they bumping heads at the vatican the morning I was born that I might dance like magnets like this with my friend's wife tonight.

Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil

I want the parents to whisper the kids carving my name into their arms for how I dipped her, how I spinned her how she was sitting on my lap and sipping on my beer just like I was her uncle

I'm friendly to strangers. I'm just friendly to strangers.
Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil

And I swear I'm gonna smash my guitar one of these days.

Nina Pinta Santa Maria.
And every springtime the same kitchen.
Dawn and dusk. Peanut butter and pears.


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