in a hot town house
on the east side
we built a fort upstairs
in the middle of summer
and watched movies
and drank Canada House with tea.
it was lovely,
the essence spilling out
in waves
as the sound of the birds chirping
echoed through the window
and we dressed elegantly
and cooked a fancy meal.
family dinners.
*** and orange juice
while we cooked.
and smooth jazz while we ate.
i haven't felt that alive
in quite some time.