we met at a coffee shop down in San Barbarino
i was running away from my mother and her hard stare
trying to be anywhere where she wasn’t.
you were reading a book about love and adventure and living with sunlight caught in your hair
and suddenly i was a moth
attracted to the brightest thing i could see
you
i ordered an iced tea
because i’m bitter enough as it is
and you drank your coffee
because your new habit was telling the world
to go **** itself
i passed your table and bumped the chair
because i noticed you wrote poetry
in between the lines of your book
and suddenly tracing your e’s was the
most important thing to me
i’ve always been a sucker for the word
beauty.
stranger with the sunflower eyes
me with my moonshine lips
i think
we’d wreck beautiful havoc together.