Don't go back to sleep

 

Dang, we haven't been listening to enough jams 

Remember when we'd walk for the best bubble tea in Queens 

Earthlings and aliens 

Hanna drinks from the water bowl in the bedroom 

I was ready to sleep before the music hit 

This one's about a werewolf and the crowd howls 

These are good vibes 

Half of the dead limb has detached and fallen from 40 feet up

The other half remains attached to the trunk of the chestnut oak, reaching--

Wish I hadn't been hurting during this summer's shows 

Am I your manic pixie dream girl? 

Feels like it's very cleansing 

That time I tried to party on crutches

Handing out capris and good vibes from the grassy hill above the sidewalk  

My goodness it's been a long time 

Ziplock of mushrooms in a Denver fanny pack 

I do not know, any more, what is reasonable or appropriate 

Remember shopping at Hannaford's and buying $5 pizzas 

Let's go back to the coast 

Barndoor farmers' markets 

Emailing late-summer love letters, legs draped over the arm of the chair 

Another time: weeping fighting on the beach 

I can take it 

We can turn it on both because we're afraid and because we are leaders

Trying to slip between the black and the white 

The tiny pumpkin sits beside the small picture

From here the tent looks like a mountain

I haven't forgotten 

Watched you consumed by texting in the chair on the darkened lawn

So many people are certain that they're right

Trying not to become one

 

All the sex I had in my twenties

Wish I knew then what I know now 

Not one for lobsters but I love wearing waders 

He shucked oysters by sunrise and fucked me at night 

Boot-dancing in a sundress at the upstairs bar in Maine 

First hand at rock climbing 

I'm so much less fearful now

I am such a fan of intergenerational music making 

I have recently received the worst haircut of my life 

I hope they do a summer tour 

It's a little better when it's pulled up. I have bangs again

I think I'm finally starting to get it 

Nordic skiing in the sleeting snow, fistfuls of ice to staunch my bleeding nose, dogs racing ahead, cheeks red and stinging 

I really loved living in Colorado  

Writing in that small wooden cabin in Wyoming 

Walking to the black-night outhouse in grizzly mountain territory 

Hiking alone into the middle of the river 

At times languid and urgent in my veins 

And I guess that's the main things about me 

June don't you dare forget how much you love to dance