You asked me what happened
well I think I talked too much.
I do that sometimes
where I just keep talking
and talking and talking and
talking and talking
about Old Hickory and
the mismatched sweaty guy
in the Beetle convertible.
You were thinking how
I had big eyes the whole time
I talked and talked
so you just said, "yeah, right?"
when you should have said
"Yeah, he's my favorite
president too."

I know there will be
a sweet, sweet girl
who wants to be a
good mother to
your children in the
near future, but
on the inside I
wouldn't be much
older than our
children in that
near and terrifying
future.
Go and find her,
meanwhile I know
there is a nervous,
handsome stranger
who enjoys old movies
and British literature
waiting for me,
and that is what is happening
now.