06.03.03 - 12:02 p.m.

you called at 3:42 to say you liked my haircut
and my husband tongue heavy with alcohol
i heard the beep-beep plugged in in the
kitchen and lay in bed thinking of the bikerides
we'd have, the treasures id leave on your
doorstep doorbell rung and run away from
planetarium sneak-ins and vanilla malteds,
photobooths, non-threatening, inlove the
way best friends are if you werent there or
that if you hadnt called back at 4:07 to say
i wanted to see if youd come over
im not drunk, youre probably asleep though.

i mightve called back in the morning after id listened
to say i didnt cut my hair, you just never see me.