They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies. 

They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand. 

They deserve to look at each other with love. 

Sweat gathers everywhere as 

I climb the golden pavement. 

The known ways, the known faces 

are waves in the sound. 

Strangers 

are the closest companions. 

You take a shot 

and I let it go.  

You say I’m pretty 

and I let it go.