back in my hoodie you
beautiful beast
wrapping me up in the loose folds
of my misspent
youth.

those wishful waves they
roll back in like
no time has ever passed -
fifteen again
air plucking on my bedroom floor
to sufjan stevens yearning

after someone or
some
wished-up future where
i’m living beneath a blue-spaced
sky somewhere
new

owning no responsibilities
for my life
just
some lip smackered dreams of
an endless future and
being behind the wheel to
and drive and drive and drive -
what a fucking
relief.