For a moment
everything feels like art

Like  you discovered everything you’ve ever wanted
to be
in an instant
Like for the first time since the last time
you made something real
Like you splashed paint on a canvas
and saw yourself

So you throw open the window
and tell the world
this is who I am now
this is who I am
I finally found it
I finally changed

And the next night
when you’re back in bed alone
the fragile dust
that you scraped off the wings
of so many moths settles
until it coats your throat
like a cocoon
and you can
                almost
                                            remember
                                                                                       how it felt

My hands keep switching between the gears and her bare legs
It’s spring, and we’re driving away from her house
Driving to our first date, to a picnic in a field
Her brown eyes lock with my hazel eyes
In the mirror, the angle is the same
Reflecting our intentions
Windows down for
The cool breeze
Just drive
Just drive
It's too cold out
Windows rolled up
Our intentions reflecting
In the mirror, the angle is the same
Her puffy eyes lock with my puffy eyes
Driving from our last fight, after two years
It’s early October, and I'm driving her to her house
My hands keep switching between my eyes and her bare seat