December

Painting over chipped old nail polish

Complaining about the frigid weather

Smoke departs from our lips

Our hips attempt to flow with the music

Girls kiss—then laugh—then kiss

“But does he make you laugh?”

Oh, shut up.

Rome on the horizon

I’m kissing my favorite crevices

Of this life goodbye

Or see you later

Whatever makes it easier

It's December again;

you can find me licking my wounds

staring at old pictures of us

when the world barely knew

our touch

Freshly twenty-one

So I guess I can have a drink

To all the people I have been

And all the bridges I’ve rebuilt from dust

I think this my favorite me

I wonder who I will be when I return here

To Washington, D.C.

There’s a warm cup of coffee waiting on me

And a space on the couch next to Livia

A vibrant room to share with Meaghan

& an early morning walk to school with Olivia

And I think that is all I need to know.