『for tara』 our life 01
I wish we could be city girls
getting ready for the night
in a tall building at a tall time. I’d kiss you once
when you put on your pretty outfit and then
again in front of the mirror so you can look at me. And our parents,
they’d be city-minded too, and my mom would help me choose
a bouquet for long days, that suits the sparkle in your eyes.
And we’d walk together on the sidewalk hand in hand. We’re never short of
dates to plan. At the end of the night we go back up the tall elevator
and wash together, get the residue of dance and city down the drain.
In the morning my dad knocks and says that pancakes are ready, and I’d
untangle from your sweet embrace, stuffed animals falling to the floor
as we giggle like little girls.
But we’re bound to suburbia, never understanding the rush
of owning a big property without neighbors that our parents wanted so bad.
And you’re a six minute drive and an injury away. We can’t be neighbors
because of the uncrossable highway. I’d rather hide in bed with you
because the heat is nice there
and the heat outside is stained with asphalt and exhaust.
And if we have a night, my mom’s angry calls ruin it, and the interrogation
when I get home makes me cry with the thought. It’s too much and we’re going
to be free soon, if you’ll have me. If you’ll come to me and
I’ll come to you and no one will be there to check my location, which is obviously
your house. I’ll stop listening for footsteps.
This fear in me will dissolve with enough love and care,
if you’ll have me. I’ll try my hardest for you.