Sweaty tank top, got that Chicago running fume
I can see him and his kissing lips
Read his poetry, he writes all this poetry
Right next to my side.

Let Freedom Ring!!
I want to exclaim and celebrate
Confetti all around us.
I remember when you came back to the bar
After I so iconically stated:
"I can't live my life worrying about the cops."
****.
I'm so in love with you.

"I love your poem...and you"
I run through Avondale, but men are casing our apartment
Gotta hide camera equipment
In my tomb of clothes
But I put myself in the room, put myself in the room
Can't wait
Manilla envelopes, the size of my head
Mr. Mailman make sure my career
So safely make me stand out.

Coffee and a windy city day
I wish you could have stayed
But I can see you, with your strong legs
Tapping and leaping
Into the air, like you were meant to do
My eloquent and boyish cardinal.

A flurry of "Don't forget me's"
We FaceTime at the approximate o'clock
You know I'm gonna have my dinner bought for me
Kisses to spare
But you leap in the air
While I set fires
On the highest, looming stairs.

I don't think I'll share this one with you
But 43 days--count em' down
I contemplate and pontificate
I just got here.
So I just go here.
You wont, and don't
Be a coward like the rest--
Find me among the flames.