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Sep 2019
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To catch a boy in the wake of summer
Leave out a cup
Brimming with melon-colored milk tea and tapioca
Make sure to capture his smile
When he spills some on the counter

When it is still warm on the cheeks
And independence has yet to be fully realized
You catch a boy by offering him the futon
Night after night after night after night
You donโ€™t think to ask your mom and
He doesnโ€™t seem to mind the basement stench
But you overcompensate with your words anyway
Youโ€™re good at that

Kesha plays like a hymn in the cathedral
Of his boyfriendโ€™s second car
But you catch a boy with the menthol sound
Of Cavetown at dusk in your hole of a bedroom
And he sits on the bed and watches you paint
As his notifications are piling up with passive-aggressive texts
Summer tastes like lemon and cough drops
This is the first poem in a series titled "Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long." The series is about the best summer of my life, although the poems may appear bleak upon first reading. It is about falling in love and the budding of a best friendship. About seeing and being seen.
Maya Duran
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Maya Duran  19/Cisgender Female/Denver
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