A pimp had given you a jump start in the parking lot of the Super 7 on the day of your arrival.
I’m in the pharmacy when you call the cashier is having a problem with register and when I pull up to the house you are already here.
Car packed high thrift store paintings, amps, clothes folded in neat piles worried that you won’t recognize me all this change.
Your t-shirt faded across the miles this car too, all of it a bleached photo you’ve come so far it’s still light out I want to feed you mark this day slather fish with honey pluck pomegranate seeds how long I’ve waited reunion
