1L Sketch #2: An Ode

January 18, 2014

O! to the girl gardening next door–
I don’t even live here;
I barely live anywhere–
please, don’t.
Don’t play “Hotel California” on your phone.
If you persist, I need to be Eric Stoltz,
we need to have started making out minutes ago,
to coincide with the first chorus.
Why do you appear
Here, with interests like mine
New in town and eighteen
So fresh with vulnerabilities
and the likelihood of collapse.
You will always be next door, I think
I should take my safety blanket off
the older, worn couch I take my best naps on
and fold it on the back of your frame
Because you are the hot girl next door,
and you, unlike my love,
will never leave or die.


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