i saw your mom
today (god she looks
just like you) but i
didn't stop to say
anything to her. i'm
not sure how much
she knows now. your
band played today but
i left before it started
because i don't know
what i'm allowed to
tell your friends. you,
just you, are playing
tomorrow (this festival
is foxlin's yearly big
break) and i'm going
to close my windows
so tight, stuff my fingers
into the open cracks,
so that none of your
melodies travel the two
blocks to my living room.
i wonder how many
songs you'll play
that are about me.

we're down to that
point of the year where
I spend a month filled with
anxiety, wondering if I should
wish you happy birthday or leave
well enough (this really is well enough, right?)
alone. Are you well enough? is this well enough?
Are we well enough? Well enough? Well? Enough?