you look familiar
and it's my twenty-nine year old body
that recognizes you
i think
carry skinny arms like a blur
on the neon
glance at you
without the gas
to hum
hi
when wearing child-sized clothes
demand obedience
at bars, parties
if i look at you
you come to me
now
why be angry
why make rivals of the coasts
once upon a time
on one of those little golf carts
curious eyes drive across the lot
every day it wasn't even noon yet
and i smiled out suburbs of shiny friends
i didn't see them coming
now when our eyes meet what do you see
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