Friday, February 10, 2006

this is february

he smelled like cherry cough syrup.
when he told me let's be poets together,
i gave him my glasses; told him he could drive.
then he said let's be poets together,
just for tonight
. so i took them back
and we went out for ice cream.


arch.memory said...

So sweet! (But don't you think it should be called "Poets together"?)

katy said...

maybe... but then you wouldn't know that they were getting ice cream in february, which is part of their quirkiness together.