fé's sky, january 2013

underneath it, we wrote

a poem together. we told

dirty jokes and laughed ourselves

silly. our birthdays

are a week apart, and five

years. we watched tv, she ate

spongebob macaroni, or tried,

but she said she couldn't eat

cartoon characters. i was meant

to spend the last night with tyler,

but instead i came back to spend it

under her starry ceiling, and again,

we laughed.