Girls who pull off camo
Bummin’ cigs off Cheeto
Barnes & Noble
Eating pasta with my fingers
Not wearing shoes in the summer
Winning a car merge
The soles of my feet are callused
So my heart doesn’t have to be.
As a rule: Before I drown in empathy,
I dunk my head in the ocean so my soul can breathe,
So the undertow can abduct my ego,
So I can know the difference between
what can and cannot be changed.
It’s serenity I’m after.
After crying for days, I’m switching lanes
On my way to a place where the vicious flow
Of fresh water alleviates the guilt
From clandestine attempts to discover pleasure.
I’m going north –
And maybe I’ll have to buy shoes up north,
But I know a girl who likes the smell of books
And wears cargo shorts guilt-free
Because she knows the pursuit of pleasure
Has nothing to do with the chronic pressure
To be successful like the family from that
Father’s Day Sears commercial.
I’ll miss the salt water on my lips,
But I’m starry-eyed and young.
I’m throwing caution to the wind
And falling in love.
Beastie Boys first album
Rereading old journals
Pretending to be an intellectual