even though you were sad that day,
you looked like a dream
in your summer dress.

my memory of you flickers
like an 8mm film projection:
soft focus & golden blowouts.

we had run out of money
by the time we crossed the border,
but neither of us ever
thought about stopping.

i felt pure as if i had just
mainlined penicillin & you

took the wheel for a moment
while i stuck my hand out the window

and every single star
just fell from the sky.