Schmuck Road

Schmuck Road 10:41 Friday night,

We were supposed to have a talk about how I can’t see the neighbor’s azaleas

and I wanted to see your hair dangling from the passenger seat, just brushing against the

screen of your phone, while you check your texts.

I was going to pine for the acorns missing under your oak trees

I poured you a lemonade,

Tell me, do you think you’ll make it to the boardwalk one last time before autumn?

You don’t ever want to talk to me though, do you street?

You just keep rolling those monotone wheels and bland colors under the warm light under my balco">