june 1 part 2
a very different kind of happy
but we read my poem
from last june first
and she says
“you can be as free as you’ll ever be this year too”
and i say
“i love you”
and i do.
i really do.
same day
we are drunk
it’s in my head
and it swirls
in the best way
and they are friends.
that makes me happy.
it’s gonna be a good
fucking
summer.