Writing

We were in Montreal

But this time you were there

And my friends

You said you liked my skirt

We got up from dinner

Everyone walked around

I walked close to you

Why do you love this?

What makes you keep doing it?

I am always asked these questions.

How do I tell them

How do I say

That sometimes it's the only thing that matters to me?

outside tasting like orange fanta; beautiful.

contagious laughter sweet sticky summer nights

How do I explain

that doubled over laughter

none of us

can play volleyball but

all of us

can laugh

and s'mores

you asked me

what I was doing

I was doing

it all wrong

you said

yesterday i wore jean shorts and a white shirt with lemons on it. i forgot seven times that we aren’t going back today.